#wip music monday

[direwombat]

long time no wip music monday! tagged by @simplegenius042 and @inafieldofdaisies (thank you so much~ <3)

"blah blah blah challenge to build a playlist without mother mother blah blah" whatever. it was one of the first songs on my slasher au jakesyb playlist because it's fitting.

An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak She really didn't wanna make it messy She really, really didn't, but the girl gone cray My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun, I better run My baby's got a gun, it goes Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom She crucify (she crucify) She crucify (she crucify) She crucify (she crucify) Hey Pop, you die, you die

and here's a general jakesyb song applicable across all universes <3

Plagued by phantom noises That that skeletal beast was haunting all my steps Questioning all my choices With that dagger held unsheathed, I felt sick at my contempt For you were lonely, you were like me Like some outside force had sent me If I was easy to kill, you would have done it already

taglist (opt in/out)

@josephseedismyfather, @wrathfulrook, @cloudofbutterflies92, @voidika, @la-grosse-patate

@g0dspeeed, @omen-speaker, @confidentandgood, @knakrack, @statichvm,

@cassietrn, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair

@aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @testyfestyenthusiast,

@strangefable, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else who wants to share some music that's inspiring them!

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

WIP Music Monday Tuesday

tagged by @thesingularityseries and @cloudofbutterflies92 thank you lovelies <3

got two songs that are on repeat lately:

This one is part of the playlist for the vampire au, where Rory is forced to save Price on a mission by turning him and oops, all that undead power goes to his head (also the fact that this song is on Barry Sloane's Captain Price playlist already is... listen I would like to have a sit down chat with him about the character he plays)

And then, one from the MW2 canon fic for Rory that I've started outlining (and that includes building a playlist for). This is specifically for the mission to save Laswell

(not going to lie, The Day is my Enemy is also a strong contender, thanks Mad Max: Fury Road for that)

no pressure tagging: @chadillacboseman @efingart @imagoddamnonionmason @writeforfandoms @alypink

@roofgeese @harmonyowl @g0dspeeed @voidika @strangefable

@neonshrike @direwombat @imogenkol @la-grosse-patate @josephseedismyfather

@statichvm @clicheantagonist @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @raresvtm

@justasmolbard @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @finding-comfort-in-rain

[aceghosts]

WIP Music Monday

Hey Everyone! It's been a while, but I have music to share. I've been tagged by @direwombat, @simplegenius042, @cassietrn, @voidika, and possibly others that I'm forgetting, lol.

Tagging (Opt In/Out): @bbrocklesnar, @alexxmason, @sergeiravenov, @tommyarashikage, @chyrstis,

@clicheantagonist, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @strangefable, @imogenkol, @carlosoliveiraa,

@theelderhazelnut, @captastra, @raresvtm, @cloudofbutterflies92, @katsigian,

@inafieldofdaisies, @confidentandgood, @roofgeese, @wanderingaldecaldo, @g0dspeeed

Because I'm incapable of not working on twenty different things, I have a few different songs for you.

First up, I did some editing recently for a rooney/yori smutfic, and I had Rain by Sleep Token playing the whole time. I'll probably pull the title from this song.

And I know, I know the way that it goes You get what you give, you reap what you sow And I can see you in my fate And I know, I know I am what I am The mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb So darling, will you saturate? And just like the rain You cast the dust into nothing And wash out the salt from my hands So touch me again I feel my shadow dissolving Will you cleanse me with pleasure?

Second, I went back to the Relic Malfunction fic in Rooney's Relic AU. I stopped working on it for a while because I wasn't happy in the direction it was going. But I've picked it up recently again, and I think I've finally found a direction I'm happy with. For this one, I've been listening to the Foundations of Decay by MCR.

You must fix your heart And you must build an altar where it swells When the storm it gains, and the sky it rains Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away And as you stumble through your last crusade Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

Lastly, I've also finally nailed down the first draft of the parade fic, which is the one where Rooney helps V and Takemura escape Smasher and Co after the parade for Saburo. (Predictably, Yorinobu learns of their betrayal and is not happy. I'll have more of a summary on WIP Wednesday.) I've been listening to The Ides of March by Silverstein, and it's absolutely perfect for this fic. I'm definitely taking the title from this song. (It's one of my favorite Silverstein songs.)

And every step I take, I stay in the same place I can't begin to start again, why can't I just be perfect? I will never recover from this I will never believe in this again And I can never go back to the way I used to be before this started

[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

WIP Music Monday Thursday 🎧

Got Tagged by @rainwingmarvel7 💜

So Evanora has two playlists, I'm still working on the second one but the first one is 3+ hours-- it's her actual vibes, she's a little back and forth, think if Anakin Skywalker was a cluber. That's basically the only way I can think to explain it. I'll give three songs to basically sum it up.

The second one is basically just how she's perceived. I struggle with describing how She's perceived but-- she's been in cryo for 10,000 years, and in that time she became deified, and basically everything about her other than "powerful, wise teacher" has just been looked over. I have done all instrumental for this one as well. The Bene Gesserit have the ability to look through the memories of their maternal line and since they look to Raquella Berto-Anirul's memory the most in terms of Evanora, and Raquella was young when Evanora "died" her memories of her elder cousin are very rose tinted. But she is technically the same age as Paul, I went with more movie age which I believe is 18-19. In the books I'm pretty sure he's 15 but 🤷‍♀️

I think I'll tag @huramuna and @selfproclaimedunicorn 💜

[mxanigel]

Thanks for the tag, @socially-awkward-skeleton! <3

No-pressure tagging @captastra, @valiantvillain, @saraptor, @druckkugelschreiber, @milesmentis, @korblez, @mxkelsifer, @poetikat and anyone else who'd like to share a song that relates to one of your WIPs no matter how far along it is (if you've already done this today and I missed it, I'm sorry!).

I love that you got a heart of gold Even when mine is as black as coal, I know I love your eyes, they're like emeralds And how they see through my broken soul I don't usually get afraid But what if I'm your one mistake? We shouldn't be but we are You could've hated my scars Instead you kissed them If I die, I hope it's here in your arms If I'm poison, you're the cure By your side, better or worse If love is real, I think I found it in yours

"Kiss My Scars" by August Royals

Over time, being next to Shion became natural to Levi. She's in love with him (somehow), but she doesn't push those feelings on him, doesn't push him into naming his emotions before he's ready. She's just there. Supporting him, challenging him, embracing him for who he is.

And then he thinks she's been killed. Under his command. He isn't prepared for her to come back alive. For her sake, he pushes her away.

Or so he tells himself. Until he's forced to confront how he feels.

[trench-rot]

Tagged over the last few weeks by @inafieldofdaisies and honestly many more of you. Again apologies, my brain is soup and my blood is acid and I'm doing my best atm🙃

Tagging: @josephseedismyfather @aceghosts @jacobsneed @shegetsburned @derelictheretic @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @poetikat @henbased @strafethesesinners @dumbassdep @florbelles @strangefable @voidika @vampireninjabunnies-blog @g0dspeeed @detectivelokis @ladyoriza @poisonedtruth and anyone else who sees this and would like to!

As always no pressure/apologies for doubles/missed/etc

i was going to leave Pie off of here until I had a few wips to introduce her but now I can't unsee her and Sharky disco inferno-ing to these and I gotta talk about it SOMEWHERE. Fire wifey?? Hello 🔥🔥🔥

welcome to cabaret conflagration - aka new ship just dropped babes

[dumbassdep]

WIP MUSIC MONDAY TUESDAY

Tagged by @trench-rot a few hours ago and also a few weeks ago and also by@inafieldofdaisies ages ago and I think by someone else but that tag has been lost to the void. Oops. 😂 No tags cause it's not Monday anymore BUT if you want to share music with me I want to hear it. So badly. Sharing music is one of my love languages and I have been suffering for a over a decade since giving people CDs went out of style.... As for the WIP part I am not working on anything new exactly? I've been re-writing some old stuff in first person because being honest about it, Melody just doesn't seem unhinged enough without her thought process being front and centre. She reads a little too put together, obviously she's making bad decisions but the reasons WHY aren't there. So I'm writing through her eyes for a bit. I don't always love first person stories so the one-shots will still be third person but I think the main story really needs more of the brain-broke perspective she has on The Project. And this is a little part of my soundtrack. I wanted to add about 5 more but 3 is enough I think.

[direwombat]

wip music monday

tagged by @josephseedismyfather and @simplegenius042 for this week's round of wip music monday (tysm~). it's been a while since i've done one of these, so i'll give y'all a couple tracks that have recently been added to my wip related playlists recently <3

first is one from the katc playlist. if it were a musical this would be a duet between the ensemble peggies and resistance with them going back and forth.

Respect? Protect? Your doctrine damns us all. Our heroes kneel; gather for peace Your doctrine damns us all Our brothers die; and our daughters bleed Your doctrine damns us all To serve? To save? Your doctrine damns us all We shroud our children; hide them away Your doctrine damns us all You teach them violence as you kneel to pray and your doctrine damns us all

this one's applicable to both the werewolf au and syb's canon verse (but more obviously to the werewolf au lol)

Full moon rising Darkest night I can't remember What's wrong from right Move like an animal Settle my cage Full of conviction Static and Rage Something's got a hold on me Something's got a hold on me

and this one is the most recent addition to her character playlist

She walks, dragging like a corpse with her heart hanging low and that old comfortable feeling chills her to the bone. .... break me out of this cage break me out of these bones I'm locked and chained raise me out of this flood I'm drowning in my veins treat me like a dagger put me in my place

taglist (opt in/out)

@g0dspeed, @omen-speaker, @confidentandgood, @tommyarashikage, @statichvm,

@cassietrn, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @carlosoliveiraa,

@purplehairsecretlair, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @socially-awkward-skeleton

@voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @inafieldofdaisies

@alexxmason, @deputyash, and anyone else wanting to share some music inspiring your wips!

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

WIP Music Monday Tuesday

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies @simplegenius042 @direwombat @lilywatt and saw @chadillacboseman do this as well

I've been thinking about the next chapter of American Beasts recently, and its going to be another nasty, brutal affair, but I do love pairing the horror imagery with music that doesn't exactly match. So while Kit and EG torch Fall's End, and commit atrocities, this is the song playing in the background

And then one for Rory as she heads into the "Violence and Timing" mission in Shadow Dance

[aceghosts]

WIP Music Monday

Hey everybody!!! I was tagged by @cloudofbutterflies92, @voidika, and @simplegenius042 to share the music that has been inspiring my wips. Thank you for tagging me!

Tagging (Opt In/Out): @bbrocklesnar, @marivenah, @alexxmason, @captmactavish, @amalkavian, @carlosoliveiraa, @clicheantagonist, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @nightbloodbix, @theelderhazelnut, @direwombat, @captastra, @cassietrn, @strangefable, @katsigian, @inafieldofdaisies, @onehornedbeast and anyone else who wants to do this!

Too Close/Too Late is the one song I have on repeat while working on Rooney's first real conversation with Yorinobu and the fic about their family in their CP2077 universe. It's also one of the songs I've started to closely associate with Rooney, appearing on both their character and ship playlist. To me, this songs represents the dilemma that Rooney faces after their death and subsequent revival. Can you go back to who you used to be? Can you be that same person? Or are you now someone else? And if you keep trying to go back, keep dwelling on the past, are you doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over? (Also sorry, I'm just gonna post the whole song lyrics since they fit.)

I feel alive again Started with the fear of falling Into an hourglass Voices in the void are calling Wrap me in your arms Waterfalls, endless as they drag me down into the dark Of it all, can your heaven help me? Is this the end or is this the beginning? There are stranger things I've learned on the outside Separated by an open door I find it hard to reach the end of my timeline Salivating 'cause I wanted more Is this the end or is this the beginning? Am I allowed again To call out what I need to hear? To be a conduit Conditioned by the fear of fear? Wrap me in your arms (Waterfalls, endless as they drag me) Down into the dark (Of it all, can your heaven help me?) Is this what you want me to be? Perfect and clean Float on a temporary Empire built in a day To throw it away And now I can tell you, there are Stranger things I've learned on the outside Separated by an open door I find it hard to reach the end of my timeline Salivating 'cause I wanted more Is this the end or is this the beginning? I know where I wanna go But it's too close And it's too late this time I know where I wanna go But it's too close And it's too late this time There are stranger things I've learned on the outside Separated by an open door I find it hard to reach the end of my timeline Salivating 'cause I wanted more Is this the end or is this the beginning? Ooh-ooh, is this the end or is this the beginning? Ooh-ooh, is this the end or is this the beginning?

While I've been taking a break from the heavier stuff, I've also been working on some oneshots for Rooney and Yorinobu. This one takes place a few weeks after Rooney and Yorinobu meet each other again, and they've taken the relic case to protect V. Despite the distance between the two, Rooney and Yorinobu still deeply care for each other and this oneshot is a reflection of that.

Your soul is the fuel to my insanity There's no one who can do what you do to me 'Cause you'll be by my side when they turn of the lights And a thousand eyes close and call it a night Our lives burn bright Before your eyes Our lives burn bright Before your eyes When the winds bring me along From the place that I call home I want you to know, wherever I go I'll be forever yours When the lights begin to fade You will always keep me awake I want you to know, wherever I go I'll be forever yours

Again, another song related to a oneshot of a spicier nature. This is more of a vibe-based pick, but I think the following lyrics feel apt:

We feel so good, it's almost frightening Let's try again I don't deserve you, you're a diamond Meet me there where it never closes Meet me there where it's never hopeless All is fair in love, oh-oh-oh-oh Honey, are you coming?

[inafieldofdaisies]

(WIP) Music Monday Tag | Tagged by @simplegenius042

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

I don't need to know the odds that we survive I'll still hold you close like the sharp edge of the knife If you gotta go, put the blindfold on my eyes I'll hold on to hope, 'cause I love the way she lies Darling, I would risk it all for you Betting on a hand I was bound to lose Deal me in again 'cause it hasn't killed me yet Love can turn a red heart black and blue I'd still play the game if you asked me to Hoping for the best with a gun against my head

Sacrificed my innocence too young I'm numb Kiss the pink back in my lips, my love Check me for a pulse, baby, I'm dead inside Crawl under my skin and bring me back to life Speak to me in tonguеs, oh, mi amore I can hear the angels on the other side Baby, scream my name and bring me back to life Make my heart beat again Want me, save me Only you Can make my heart Beat again

You stay hanging over me like wisteria Always hanging in the air everywhere I go There's an ocean in between us I see you, though 'Cause it's you in the air that I breathe Coming over me with the waves from the sea I think I wanna be with you Believe in you To be free with you

Tagging, @lilywatt @hollywood-is-bleeding @socially-awkward-skeleton @shellibisshe

@cassietrn @strangefable @strafethesesinners @derelictheretic @purplehairsecretlair

@voidika @g0dspeeed @theelderhazelnut @wrathfulrook @imogenkol

@katsigian @killyourrdarlingss @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot

@aceghosts @finding-comfort-in-rain @mkdecimation @simplegenius042 @neonshrike

@elligatorrex @direwombat @carlosoliveiraa @dumbassdep

@simonxriley @cloudofbutterflies92 @la-grosse-patate and anyone that would like to share some tunes this week <3

[mxanigel]

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton, thank you~

no-pressure tagging @mxkelsifer @poetikat @marythegizka @milesmentis @perhapsrampancy @valiantvillain @spindleweedss and anyone else up for playing!

Have my latest brainrot song for Levi Ackerman regarding the shit journey his life takes... and how he (eventually) feels about having met Hange Zoe and Shion Miller along the way.

I feel like it may fit a few BG3 ships too. <3

I found cynicism, I found criticism I've been the zero, the hero And I have been the villain I lost more than a heart can take But I found you on the way

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Last Line

Tagged by @cassietrn and @voidika

Tagging @imogenkol @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman @shellibisshe @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @noodlecupcakes @josephseedismyfather @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @lulu2992 + anyone else who'd like to join.

Got songs for The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, with a snippet for a new FC5 The Silver Chronicles WIP as well as a last line for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!. You can listen to the songs and read the WIPs snippets below:

Legend is important. It's part of history and culture. It should always be preserved in the present to better understand our past to make way to the future. Now many of my series divulge into legends and myths and old stories. Some of them outright make reverence to events long passed (the Extermination Purge Wars, the Big Bangs, the fall of the Houses of the Old Gods and the foundation the Time Bureau Authority, etc). Sometimes all that was in the past emerges into the present (with the likes of the Arachnoids, Exterminators, the Old Kin and more). However, one historical text in my series is the abolishment of the (while benevolent, very flawed) Soulmate System, which my Original Work Wings And Horns is set in. The plot is that more and more mortals are being discovered without soulmarks (which come in the form of marks, initials, countdowns, etc, depending on the person and timeline), so the New Gods send Archangel Metatron and an Angel of Death cadet, Azriel, to investigate the phenomenon to see whether it is natural or manufactured. Metatron wants to preserve and fix the system because he believes mortals require it, meanwhile Azriel just wants the credit so her soul can be reincarnated at an earlier date. The duo behind the soulmark removals is a Sloth Demon by the name of Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner's soul by the name of Jezebel. This cat and mouse chase is what ultimately dictates the decision the New Gods are debating; should mortals require on the guidance on something as small as love? Or should mortals find the love of their life on their own, a small step to gifting them a responsibility that had drastically the status quo beforehand thousands of years ago; that being, Free Will?

"Legends never die When the world is calling you Can you hear them screaming out your name? Legends never die."

"They never lose hope when everything's cold And the fighting's near." "It's deep in their bones They'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce." "Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legend never dies They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it costs The scars collecting all of their lives."

"When everything's lost They pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts They suffer through harms to touch and dream." "Whoa, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die." "When the world is calling out your name." "Begging you to fight." "Oh, oh, oh, pick yourself up Once more, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die."

Walking Fate is a fic series in The UnTitledverse based in Telltale's The Walking Dead video game. The fic classically follows (most) of the game/s, but does diverge a bit off with pivotal focus on Clementine and an OC of mine whose the runaway son of Darling Enterprises, a multi-business juggernaut, Malcrum Darling, and their relationship. They're definitely not "tragic star-crossed lovers". I'd never do such a thing in The Walking Dead universe. Here's a song about Malcrum's feelings towards Clementine that's definitely in no shape or form supposed to be interpreted as inno- I mean twisted. Enjoy!

"Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Your lipstick stains On the front lobe of my left side brains I knew I wouldn't forget you And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight

Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me You gave my life direction A game show love connection we can't deny

I'm so obsessed My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest I believe in you Like a virgin, you're Madonna And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind.

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight."

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, one universal rule is applied; it doesn't matter you are. From a vault dweller who drew the short straw to a psychotic resident of Vault 76 whose a bit too obsessed with wanting to kill her neighbors. A talking Deathclaw to a Ghoul addicted to chems. A brother who wants to uphold the morals his mother taught him in the Wasteland to his amoral sister who kicks old people people and harasses the less fortunate because she's from a wealthy crime family. Because in the end... they have to stand up to Arcane Urias. (Those poor fuckers are gonna die LOL!!!). Because I guess it's the right to do (in the context of self-preservation against the threat of annihilation).

"Up in the morning, up in the evening Pickin' down clocks when the birds get back to eat Oh, to eat

Up on the mountain, down in the king's lair Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon Oh, afternoon

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No

It's who we are, doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's all okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day

Oh, won't you save us, what we are Don't look clear, it's all uphill from here Oh-oh

Up in the attic, down in the cellar Lost in a static, coming back for more Oh, for more

Out with the reason, in with the season Taking down names in my book of jealousy Jealousy

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No!"

An long FC5 WIP for The Silver Chronicles, a new one at that, one I'm naming after the lyrics of David Kushner's "Daylight"; because David Kushner and his songs fit The Silver Chronicles on a scary level. Anyway, the WIP is called Oh, I Love It And I Hate It At The Same Time. You And I Drink The Poison From The Same Vine. Hiding All Our Sins From The Daylight... also known as "the fic where Silva and Paul survive the Tumultite Massacre together and their father/daughter relationship worsens into co-dependence in Montana". Where's Elsa and Persephone at? Well, they'll arrive in the later half of the fic... along with Kamski. Despite the fact their relationship not being "gonna kill you for hurting me even though you were good once", this is far from a good and healthy outcome for both Silva and Paul. In spite of this, they make a dangerous duo (as expected of the two), something the Seeds kind of suspect when they meet them. Enjoy being as lost as the Seeds are in this scene snippet below when Paul interrupts them meeting the Muse herself at a social gathering Pre-Reaping. [Would like to add that the WIP is fairly new, and I'm still working on this scene, and may make a few changes in the near future when I have the time. Expect some mistakes]:

When the question left Joseph's mouth, he felt a pain clutch his shoulder.

With a surprised hitch of his breath, he glanced down to gloved fingers that dug into his shoulder blade with an astonishing unnatural amount of strength.

"Her padre, of course," the soft gleeful voice of the hand's owner answered from beside him, the tone sickeningly sweet.

The stranger's head faced Joseph, his eyes closed to Joseph's seeking blue. His lips curved up in a polite and cheerful smile, one that should be dripping with honey.

The man's eyes briefly opened to reveal burning yellow eyes, bordering on an intense gold. Joseph could not shake the feeling that he's seen those eyes before. A vision perhaps?

Joseph felt himself tense as he recognized the way this man looked at him; the way John sometimes gazed upon the Sinners. A predator that has targeted its prey. And it was Joseph who was already in his clutches.

The man blinked, and the inhuman hue was gone. Instead, a pale hazel resided in its stead. He drifted his eyes away from Joseph, locking with the oblivious grey of the deputy that heralded the coming of the Collapse.

An inexplicable dread coiled in his gut when the man's features genuinely lightened at the sight of his family's judge.

"Ah, il mio piccolo Boa!" he greeted with a beaming grin, letting go of Joseph's aching shoulder to push past him, swiftly making his way to Silva to the Seed's collective daze. The man wrapped his arms over Silva's body, embracing the slightly shorter woman. She seemed delighted by his unexpected appearance.

They both pulled away, though gloved hands remained on the other's arms. The man, though a stranger to the crowd around her, seemed to be a familiar face to Silva. Joseph watched the stranger's hand glide caressing fingers across her dark hair affectionately, following the slivers of the dyed silver trails that reached to her braid, "And how are you fairing this fine hour?"

Silva graced the question with a smile; not the formal and polite smile that served to keep a front up to strangers, but one with an undeniable sincerity shining through.

"Hola to you too, Paul," Silva returned with bemusement, "I was just making some new friends. What brings you over?"

From behind Paul, Joseph could see the man's head tilt. Through the abrupt gesture, Silva's features suggested she understood the meaning, "Um, amigos, Paul."

"Ah," Paul seemed to understood, sneaking an obvious glance towards Joseph and his siblings. There was no trace of gold in those hazel eyes, and the intensity lesser than when he locked eyes with Joseph, but the suspicion directed towards them held a sharp edge to it. Paul let another word roll down his tongue, but the tone matched his gaze, "Amici."

In spite of the growing uneasiness, Joseph willed himself to keep a calm front. He was unsure why Paul off-put him. Joseph regarded the man; his stature was slight taller than Silva's, but similar to Joseph's own height. He was older than all of them, including Jacob; perhaps a decade older. His hair was blonde- or rather, dyed blonde, as Joseph noted the light brown at the sides of his head. His complexion wasn't too dissimilar from Silva's own, maybe deeper.

Joseph took note of the few faded scarring scarcely scattered around his face, and like Silva's, time had laid its healing hands on Paul's own wounds.

Joseph paused his observation, about to make introductions with the askant man when John stepped forward first.

"Yes, we were giving our compliments to Silva for the couscous salad you've brought. She was just telling us it was a co-opted effort," John stated with a grin, one Joseph's had become accustomed to over the years. John's move peaked Paul's interest, his suspicion replaced with curiosity. With his audience captured, Joseph watched approvingly as John continued, a hand outstretched, "I don't believe we've met mister...?"

Recognition shined in Paul's eyes, though it was swept away with a grin bigger than John's as his gloved hand grasped John's in a steady shake, "Yellowjack. But please, just call me Paul. I've always felt the term "mister" gives off the impression I'm married, or worse, boring."

Jacob raised a brow, though refrained from commenting as John replied when letting go of Paul's hand, "Noted. So, are you a friend of Silva's or family?"

Paul shared a glance with Silva and replied, "Family. I'm her padre. I've taken care of her for a long time."

Joseph focused on both Silva and Paul; he couldn't find anything indistinguishably shared between both, though he considered that Silva might just take after her mother than Paul. However, he didn't discard the possibility that Paul was Silva's adoptive father rather than her blood relative.

He kept his thoughts to himself though; reasoning that bringing up the question wouldn't be appropriate so early now. Especially if there's a layer of deception underneath Paul's relation with Silva; he didn't want to unintentionally compromise her safety if Paul held more sin than Joseph already suspected he did.

Silva spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention as she pointed out, "You know Paul, you never answered my question."

Paul seemed to stiffen; clearly a dramatic display rather than serious, as Paul finally answered Silva, "Well, you see, I had caught up with good ol' Virgil before he had to run off for his own business and I saw you speaking to these truffatori impopolari, quindi volevo solo controllarti. You know?"

Joseph and Jacob shared a glance; none of them could interpret the words Paul had sputtered out, though Joseph relaxed when Silva gave Paul a soft smile, "I'm grateful for your concern. But I've got this handled. Gracias, though."

Paul relaxed his stiffness, and Silva brought his attention back towards them, "Now how about some introductions?"

"Great idea," Paul agreed, hazel scanning across the four siblings, "How about we go oldest to youngest?"

Jacob's mouth thinned, blue eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Paul with harsh judgement. Joseph watched as his brother scanned the older man's black and yellow attire. It was flaunting a level of wealth, typical of someone who indulged in vanity. However, that didn't sit right with Joseph. He decided to dwell on it later as he watched Paul and Jacob.

Paul glanced to Jacob, and after a pause, he leaned closer, "Let's start with you ragazzone."

Jacob stared down Paul, who was an inch or two shorter than the red-head. He exhaled out an annoyed huff, and gruffly stated, "Name's Jacob."

Paul hummed and straightened up his posture, hazel eyes trailing Jacob's forest green jacket and body. His eyes seemed to linger on the American flag, Jacob's burns and, oddly enough, his biceps more often. Paul clicked his tongued and nodded his head approvingly, "That checks out. But man, sei una delizia per i miei occhi."

Silva had a bemused expression at Paul's words. Jacob, though, raised a brow, "Mind sharing on what's on your mind?"

Paul had snapped out of his trance, and he swiftly blurted out, "Oh, I just said you looked good, is all."

Paul's attention hastily turned to John and Joseph. He looked between the two, but when the older man focused on him, Joseph witnessed his cheer drop abundantly when their eyes met.

The cold dread surfaced once more. The dead-eyed scrutiny the older man reserved for Joseph alone alarmed him. Joseph could not understand Paul's behavior. Neither could he recall any cases where he could have slighted the man, despite this being their first meeting. He'd never seen Paul in any of his visions, only Silva.

Regardless, Joseph chose to retaliate with a gentle greeting, "My name's Joseph. My family and I run the chapel over on the island by the Henbane."

"Oh yeah, I know," Paul calmly told him, all the playfulness gone, "You're the head of the Project at Eden's Gate, correct?"

Joseph curtly nodded in confirmation, and Paul continued, "Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you. Folks around here always have something to say about your little project."

Joseph's lips thinned, disappointment resonating in his chest. So the sinners lies are spreading swiftly. He was displeased by this knowledge, but he resolved to help Paul see the light. If not for his own soul, then the sake of his daughter's.

John stepped in, interrupting the exchange, "All good things, one would hope."

Paul turned attentively to John with an upbeat rejuvenation, disregarding Joseph, "Well, they can't certainly be all bad now, can they?"

Paul's change in demeanor reminded Joseph of John; both hid their emotions behind a carefully crafted mask and would only reveal their true feelings to those they liked or trusted. However, Paul had more self-control over his emotions and mannerisms.

"And I don't believe you shared your name," Paul pointed out to John.

"John. And if I may, we'd encourage you and your daughter to come for at least one sermon," John invited. Joseph smiled at John's attempt to salvage Paul's soul.

The man in question gave a brief glance to Silva, who shrugged, before returning to John and saying, "Preferirei di no."

John waited for Paul to specify but the latter's attention shifted to their final sibling. Joseph caught a flash of an offended scowl on John's face, so Joseph reached a calming hand on his younger brother's shoulder. It worked, the scowl lost in a practiced exhale.

"Oh, look at this, they have a sorella Silva," Paul said with a grin as he stepped closer to the shorter Faith. Silva narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her father.

Admittedly, so had Joseph.

"What's your name?" Paul asked. Faith shifted, hands behind her back as a delighted smile stretched across her lips with an answer, "It's Faith."

"Faith," Paul repeated her name, seeming to break it down before giving a small bow, adding with sincerity, "A powerful name for a powerful woman. It suits you."

Paul's compliment had three separate effects from what Joseph could see; it had flattered Faith, who thanked Paul for his kind words. It had annoyed John, who rolled his eyes at the exchange.

And it had concerned Joseph, at least as the Father; while he had entrusted Faith in a role that required her to attract converts to their flock, he was weary of those with perverse sins that would embolden them to act on certain depravities.

There had been minor incidents that had occurred, at least in earlier years, though Faith had shown a strength and belief that always reaffirmed him in his decision to bring her in. Especially when she purified the souls of those who indulged in such vices, allowing them to serve the Project free of their sinful shackles; as angels.

He monitored Paul, watching as the man gazed into Faith's eyes, and saw once again how he lightened up. Paul noted aloud, "I must say, you have such lovely green eyes. Is that a recessive trait?"

As Faith gave an explanation to Paul, Joseph was more confused. The way he stated the detail was too specific. And he had stated loud enough for only their small group to hear.

He glanced to Silva, and was met with a menagerie of changing expressions; first was confusion, then came analysis, followed by baffled realization, until she finally settled on looking unimpressed.

With her reactions, Joseph was at a loss on how to view this interaction between Paul and Faith. Until Paul pulled out of his conversation with Faith and attentively singled Silva out, "You know Silva, se volevi solo parlare con la ragazza, non dovevi fare di tutto per incontrare prima tutta la sua famiglia, right?"

Silva blinked at Paul, staring agape as she processed the stream of words he told her aloud. A blush darkened her skin, grey eyes wide in astounded and embarrassment.

Ah, I see now, Joseph deduced, glancing from Silva to Paul, He's teasing her.

Evidenced by the cheeky grin that grew across Paul's face as he continued, "Lei è certamente una partita. Se vuoi, posso impartirti un po' di saggezza sul primo appuntamento. Purché non riceva un invito a nozze entro la fine dell'anno, eh Silva?"

Silva furrowed her brows at Paul, the blush expanded. She traversed over to grab Paul, telling him, "¡Ey! ¡Ya es suficiente de tu parte!"

Despite an irate Silva telling off a snickering Paul who fruitlessly tried to calm down his daughter, Joseph couldn't help but be endeared by the display in front of him. There was something else too... but he elected to push it away for the time being.

Joseph turned to address his family, and paused as John commented to Faith and Jacob, "Who here suspects this isn't an uncommon occurrence between these two?"

"I don't doubt it," Jacob affirmed, eyeing the duo, specifically Paul, "He's definitely the embarrassing parent."

And here's a few short paragraphed snippets for my DDLC WIP called You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! for the Last Lines tag. Sayori (plus Yuri and Natsuki) enters the club and interrupts... something:

The door class door clicked open, and both students snapped their heads to Sayori entering the class, who freezes once her blue eyes took in the sight of a frazzled and flushed Monika whose uniform was unkempt and fists were gripping the opened blazer flaps of the equally more disheveled and flushed new student Haoyu, both of their faces in close proximity of each other.

"This isn't what it looks like!" a horrified Monika quickly utters out, letting go of Haoyu's blazer and letting the green-dyed brunette troll drop to the floor with an ignored 'oomph!' as she went to address her club's co-president.

Only to stutter when, much to her horrifying embarrassment two more familiar faces entered the room beside Sayori; that of Yuri who didn't immediately comment on the situation and Natsuki who rushed in with a burning question to Monika's poorly timed outburst, "What doesn't look like what? Wait..."

Monika watched as Natsuki regarded her appearance, and then her pink eyes shifted to Haoyu leaning up nearby the coral brunette; who was repeatedly trying to blow hair away from their face, to a miserable degree of failure.

Once pink met emerald green, Monika could feel sweat start to break when she unfortunately witnessed a mischievous and teasing glint shine in her clubmate's eyes. With a teasing grin, Natsuki asked, "So what's going on in here?"

[josephseedismyfather]

WIP Music (it's not) Monday (anymore)

It's been a hot minute since I've shared music. Thank you to @simplegenius042 and @noodlecupcakes for tagging me this week! 🥰

This week I'm sharing a song for a different fic! I haven't shared much for anything past my 3 main Far Cry 5 fics, but there are more in the works. There will be bunker years, and New Dawn fics. My main FC5 fics do have alternate endings to the game, sooo. I guess this could be a bit of a spoiler for my friends who don't know details. This fic has been stuck in my head lately and although I'm not writing for it yet, I'm taking all the notes and making sure I keep track of all the ideas.

Untitled Johnny New Dawn WIP.

Sitting in my ivory tower Invincible to fallSome would say my final hour As you scale the wall

Step inside I dare you all And breathe the lies And heed the call

When this all is said and done I will have my way And you will take the blame

You're over the line, under the gun I am the reason for what you've done Truth of a crime you can't outrun Under the spell of my silver tongue (yeah)

I swear to God I'll find a way To prove I still belong I'd rather watch it burn away Than say that I was wrong

You're over the line, under the gun I'll keep on scheming for what's to come Truth of a crime you can't outrun Under the spell of my silver tongue

This alliance built on fear and rage Ends in violence if I have my way

Fear Spite Lie to divide us Hate Strife Bring decay

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[g0dspeeed]

WIP WITH MUSIC TIME

I'm always drawing and writing, but I hardly post WIPs these days. But! I was tagged by @imogenkol and @simplegenius042 recently, and more over the last few weeks, so here's another WIP of my Far Cry New Dawn OC River Palmer 💕

And maybe this is a bit Basic™️ , but this song reminds me of River. He's a bitter bastard and sweet too underneath it all and too busy for romance, but as he'd probably say, "Don't need a storybook romance, Cap'n, for a night of fantasy..."

Tagging @coetiroedd , @noodlecupcakes , @strangefable , @voidbuggg , @voidika , @cassietrn , @la-grosse-patate , @shallow-gravy , @josephseedismyfather , @strafethesesinners , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @simonxriley , @inafieldofdaisies , @scorpiosleeps and whoever else wants to show off something neat

[direwombat]

wip music whoops-it's-not-monday-anymore 😬

no writing today since we're fresh off the heels of a fic update for katc and most of my writing for it right now is uh. bare bones to say the least. and while i do have an askbox prompt i'm working on, its close enough that i would prefer to publish it once it's ready. so you're all getting music instead.

tagged by @cassietrn, @inafieldofdaisies and @simplegenius042 to share some music inspiring my wips.

here's a track for syb's energy in the first/current arc (ie, the holland valley arc) of katc

Why did love put a gun in my hand? Why did love put a gun in my hand? Why did love put a gun in my hand? In my bed, in my head, in my hand

Was it for redemption? Was it for revenge? Was it for the bottle? Was it for the ledge? Was it for the thrill of pushing my hope to the edge? Why did love, why did love put a gun in my hand?

and under the cut is one that's about my babygirl's enneagram type that just. hits really hard and makes me feel things (especially if interpreting the lyrics as her thinking about/talking to jacob ;w;)

Now you won't see all that I have to lose And all I've lost in the fight to protect it I won't let you in, I swore never again I can't afford, no, I refuse to be rejected

I want to break these bones 'til they're better I want to break them right and feel alive You were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong My healing needed more than time

When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things I see the familiar I was little, I was weak, I was perfect, too Now I'm a broken mirror

But I can't let you see all that I have to lose All I've lost in the fight to protect it I can't let you in, I swore never again I can't afford to let myself be blindsided

I'm standing guard, I'm falling apart And all I want is to trust you Show me how to lay my sword down For long enough to let you through

Here I am, pry me open What do you want to know? I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough To hold the door shut And bury my innocence But here's a map, here's a shovel Here's my Achilles' heel

I'm all in, palms out I'm at your mercy now and I'm ready to begin I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in

tagging: @marivenah, @statichvm, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @carlosoliveiraa, @purplehairsecretlair, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to share some music inspiring them! (taglist opt in/out)