#(Verse: Beeping Bomb)

[fandomdude]

What are the lyrics to BIG SHOT?

You know it! You love it! The fandom has probably listened to it a million times by now.  And yet the lyrics of “BIG SHOT” are still heavily debated. 

A disaster given they tell of Spamton’s lore! 

After hours of listening to this video, which slows down BIG SHOT 64% I think I can definitively say what the lyrics are, with lore implications I will discuss. 

Follow along with the video!   

BIG SHOT detailed lyrics:

([Heaven]ly choir in the background, new voices sing along with Spamton’s motif on the second verse.)

(Beat drops, “Spamton” motif begins in earnest.)

(WOW!)

(WOAH!)

(WOW!)

(WOW!)

(WOW!)

"NOW!"(Starts off distorted and becomes clear, x8, switches ears, "WOW! WOAH! WOW! x3" continues)

"NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE BIG! -SHOT TO BE BIG!" (”BIG” x8 is distorted to sing along with Spamton’s motif)

([Heaven]ly choir returns, intensifies on the second verse)

("WOW!" x16, increasingly distorted as it goes on x2)

"NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A BIG SHOT!"

"BE A BIG- BE A BIG- BE A BIG SHOT!"

(Fireworks sfx) 

"NOW'S YOU CHANCE TO BE- (x2 + Distorted, unintelligible, laughter.)

(Fireworks sfx) 

"NOW'S YOU CHANCE TO BE BIG- (Spamton Laughter) -SHOT!" 

"NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A BIG SHOT!"

"BE A BIG- BE A BIG- BE A BIG SHOT!"

(Fireworks sfx) 

"NOW'S YOU CHANCE TO BE-” (x2 + Distorted, unintelligible, laughter.)

(Fireworks sfx) 

"NOW'S YOU CHANCE TO BE BIG- (Spamton Laughter) -SHOT!"   (Power of NEO + THE WORLD REVOLVING + Choir/Organ duet breakdown) (Voice, whisper)   "I think it's coming for me!"    "Answer the phone!!"  "I can't explain until you're all alone!!!"  "It pulls the strings and makes them ring!"  "Can't tell you how much it's ringing!!!!!" (*Ring, Ring* sfx)  "I think it's coming for me!" (Echos)  "Answer the phone!!"  "I can't explain until you're all alone!!!-o!!!-o!!!-o!!!-o!!!" (Distorts into bomb beeping sfx)  "It pulls the strings-!" (”And makes them ring!” Echo)  "It pulls the strings-!" (”And makes them ring!” Echo)  "It- DoN't yOu WaNnA BE A BIG SHOT?!" (Voice normalizes)    (WOW!)  (WOAH!)  (WOW!)  (WOW!)  (WOW!) "NOW!"(Starts off distorted and becomes clear, x8, switches ears, "WOW! WOAH! WOW! x3" continues) "NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE BIG! -SHOT TO BE BIG!"  (Robotic Mad Dummy breakdown)  "NOW'S YOUR-" (HEY!)  "NOW'S YOUR-" (HEY!)  “NOW'S YOUR-" (x4 + HEY! x2)  "NOW'S YOUR-" (HEY!)  (EVERY! BODY!)  (Mad Dummy Ska break)  (Choir + "WOW!" x16, increasingly distorted as it goes on x2)  "NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A BIG SHOT!"  "BE A BIG- BE A BIG- BE A BIG SHOT!"  "NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A BIG SHOT!"  "BE A BIG- BE A BIG- BE A BIG SHOT!"  (Power of NEO breakdown, the sample modulated to sound like Spamton's motif, normalizes for a short moment, before modulation returns, it starts skipping + background Organ.) "I think it's coming for me-!" "I think it's coming for me-!" "I can't explain until you're all alone!!!-o!!!-o!!!-o!!!-o!!!"  (Pitched up and distorted to sound like cartoony Telephone chatter noise [In Game version only!] + Mad Dummy ending sample cut off.)  Lyrics over! What a banger! This song is so interesting!!! The details are absolutely incredible! Toby is such a genius! We can tell that the use of “Mad Dummy” with the robotic remix is supposed to represent how Spamton is a literal dummy. And now a robot.  As a fan whose read many theories I’d like to throw my hat in the theorist ring! The lore implications for this are interesting. 

(WARNING: LONG)

The lyrics, particularly the hidden lyrics, the whispering voice that is cut off suddenly!

 It’s reminiscent of how Spamton switches from a normal speech pattern to TALKING LIKE [This]. It’s a lot like that “FEAR” scene in the shop where he seems to be somewhat possessed...  Ignoring his own call for help, though also hinting at it.  

“Help...HUH??? WHAT?? NO, I DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING JUST NOW!!!

 ...BUT IT SOUNDED LIKE THEY WERE TALKING TO YOU.“

Spamton appears to be trying to warn Kris about an “It” (Reflecting the narration) that is coming for him.  The very same “* It pulls the strings and makes them ring.”  It. 

(I have to wonder if this may also represent his final moments before he vanished with the receiver hanging.. “I think it’s coming for me! Answer the Phone!”)

This adds to doubts that I have that Gaster is the one that turned Spamton into a puppet.

(Before I go on with this I’d just like to add that this song is chock-full of motifs and not one of them is Gaster’s theme &/or ANOTHER HIM...) 

Gaster is always referred to as “him” either as such in the sound test of Undertale or the Deltarune track “ANOTHER HIM” 

“It” can’t be Gaster. 

Especially when you consider Gaster’s role in the plot. (Yes that is Gaster. A post for another time.)  Bringing us here to save the world of Deltarune from the ANGEL’S HEAVEN (No other [heaven] in the game), why would he be trying to make a salesman puppet (Gaster doesn’t turn anyone into puppets... He just seems to turn them greyscale + creepy) reach it?

A man who calls characters like Kris, Susie, and Noelle “VERY, VERY, WONDERFUL” supporting a guy who says he wants to “TURN THOSE [Shmoes and Daves] INTO [Rosen Graves]???”

(Important to note that Gaster does not respond to Darkner names in the GONERMAKER sequence. He has yet to acknowledge any Darkner’s existance. Yes, that includes JEVIL. .  A post for another time on what Secret Boss lore can be determined from the game. )

So what about the theory that “It” is Mike?  

Well, assuming Mike is a television (Certainly a Darkner, as Spam E_mail explicitly doesn’t have any Lightner friends), given “KRIS!!! DON'T BELIEVE [[Anything You See On TV!]]“ + TV deals and big commercials(Remember, Addisons mainly advertise to Lightners), Mettaton’s pre-chapter 3 sidequest for entertainment, and given Spamton is based on Spambot puppets (Another post for another time, but it should be obvious, well, Spamton’s transformation into a Spam-bot isn’t complete until he gets NEO.  Clever Toby.) it doesn’t make any sense a TV would do this. 

Takes like “Mike’s Big Showdown” are neat, but conceptually inconsistent. 

“AND NOW A [[Public Service Announcement]] FROM EV3RY  BUDDY  'S FAVORITE [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]] ! !”

"LET THIS BE A [Lesson] [Kids!]"

"NO MATTER HOW [Desperate] YOU ARE!” "DON'T CLICK ON SUSPICIOUS [[Hyperlink Blocked]] FROM [Haunted Puppets] TELLING YOU IT’S YOUR CHANCE TO BE BIG!" "OR ELSE YOU'LL [[Lost control of your life]]”  “AND TURN INTO A [Spam]BOT!"  HAEAHAEAHAEAHAEAH!!". “...” "... Can anyone hear me? Help..." “THIS HAS BEEN A [PSA] FROM YOUR OLD PAL SPAMTON ! !” 

Spamton makes a clear distinction between [Mike] and “It” saying that his “Amazing Transformation” was the result of a [Communion] with [[Unintelligible Laughter]]. 

Communion, an interesting religiously loaded word (makes sense given Deltarune’s explicitly religious plot) meaning to connect with the divine.  

Interestingly, this matches what the Yellow Swatchling told us about Spamton, that, after a while, he stopped using his room and started praying in the basement.  

This gives us an important clue as to who “It” is, but we’re not there yet.

While Spamton seems to be absolutely terrified of “It”, when it comes to Mike he seems to miss him. Someone he needed but is no longer present. “WE DON’T NEED [Mike]!” Getting sad in his normal voice for a moment. “...Mike.” but he also calls him a criminal. 

But at the same time Mike seems to be someone he wants to see him when he becomes a big shot.  If we “kill” Spamton NEO, he calls out to Mike in his “Final Moments” 

“ARE YOU GETTING ALL THIS [Mike]!? I'M FINALLY I'M FINALLY GONNA BE A BIG SHOT!!!“ 

He seems to hope Mike is proud.  And thinks he’s recording??? He does act as if he is on TV during the fight.  Even though there is no Audience and the stagelights are shattered.

(The man is full of references to TV and gameshows in both fights. Not just the MTT reference one.  Why it’s almost certain Mike will be the TV boss, with the landline phone nearby, Mike TV. Like the joke! But that’s a post for another time.Concept by Modtro64) Though it could also be spite, he imagines Mike recording the moment he becomes a big shot!

If Mike is the [Gameshow Host] mentioned, connecting his association with recording and Spamton’s constant TV and gameshow references, it’s clear Spamton shows abandonment issues because of him...

Snapping at Kris for betraying him in the weird route, 

“TO [$!$!] ME OVER RIGHT AT THE [Good part]!? WHAT ARE YOU, A [Gameshow Host]!?“

This matches exactly with Spamton’s backstory, as everything was looking up, the Addisons tells us Spamton’s benefactor suddenly vanished, and everything came down.  Right at the [Good part]. 

This (along with the transformation comment) helps confirm without a DOUBT, that what is puppeting Spamton is not equal to who was helping Spamton. And with TV connections, we can theorize that the helper and friend was Mike.

To Spamton, that friend, Mike, is gone.  But “It” is still here, still warned about in the song, still mentioned by the narrator.

* It pulls the strings and makes them ring. 

Spamton is bitter, but deep down, still misses Mike very much.  He seems to have been a father figure almost. A mentor.  It’s sweet.  Someone make art of that!

Wonder why he vanished? Is it because Toriel unplugged the TV... Or, like the Addisons, did Spamton’s ambition and ego drive him away? 

In anycase, who else could “It” be then? The Knight is often referred to by “It” but according to Queen it had already taken it’s leave before the heroes arrived, so it cannot be “It” though both are related to [Communion] and religiously charged, the Knight making “THE HOLY” fountains. 

But we’re still no closer to who “It” is...  Actually, it’s pretty obvious.  It’s the mysterious character with Spamton’s eye colors!   The one that appears in the basement. 

(Well, to clarify, normal Spamton’s eye/glasses colors are the opposite of IMAGE_FRIEND’s, barring when he [[Unintelligible Laughter]] and they switch, however Spamton NEO’s eye colors are exactly the same! As we saw, seeking this body did not give him more freedom, if anything it made him fall deeper into it’s control...  “OR... so... I... thought. WHAT ARE THESE STRINGS!?”  Couldn’t be anything more than a simple puppet.)

Where he prayed...  And where it prayed...on him. 

Something haunts the mansion basement, a “Strange Force” according to one maid, that takes over during the Weird route.  

(Seems Toby originally planned for it to be referenced further, given this unused Berdly Coaster dynamic) 

But what?  

(It’s again not Mike TV boss, their smile is thinner and eyeless. All the bosses seem to lack visible eyes, the biggest imperfection with Modtro64′s take. ) 

Given this is “A CYBER’S WORLD?!” let’s see if computer things can give us an answer. 

The vine-like strings/wires.  You know what controls bots? Strings of code. 

According to Ralsei, prince of Darkness, Spamton was nothing more than a “Corrupted Program”, according to Swatch, the basement is full of all sorts of corrupted data.  

So this is likely what we’re dealing with in some form.  A corrupted or corrupting program/malicious code Darkner.  Spooky.  I wonder if we’ll ever see it again. 

The dice enemy we don’t fight in Chapter 1 tells us in the Dojo to watch out for it’s friends so, if we can see more toys in the future, we can also see more computer stuff!

Of course it must be said, why is it’s sprite different from the other ones? “IMAGE_FRIEND”.  Organized with caps, which is usually associated with the “DEVICE” which seems to associate with Gaster and his “SURVEY_PROGRAM” chapter 1 Demo which had a True Lab-esque old computer aesthetic. 

It’s an image placed there by the device... But why? 

Is this a friend of his? He never mentioned such a thing. Doesn’t seem to be Spamton’s, or ours. (Though, speaking through Spamton, he does call himself an “old Pal”)  Or is it something of interest he wants us to see? Hard to say.   

I suppose one could sort of salvage the Gaster-Spamton connection theory using this, however it’s more that It/FRIEND is connected to Gaster rather than Spamton. And even that is dubious. 

The events concerning Spamton and “FRIEND” occurred before the events of the game. (202X according to the unused manual images, so somewhere around now.) 

(Back in 1997, it seems, though hard to imagine Queen being there for so long since she’s “state of the art.” Unless it was another of “my Kin.” 

It has to be 1997 though, because late 1997 corresponds to the real world rise of “Mail Abuse Prevention System” which was the first system to block Spam from marketers who realized E_mail was a new way to advertise outside of TV.

This was abandoned as Spam was blocked due to it’s problematic nature & it mainly became the domain of bad actors and computer worms instead...

Which is likely what “It” is, assuming a theory I have that Queen’s mansion is also the computer, and the basement is the harddrive, is true.  “A strange force has taken over the mansion!”  Computer worms, malicious code, take over computers using Spam E_mail and use them to spread. ). 

I doubt Gaster could have played a role. 

I also doubt “It” is the same person that talked to Jevil, as Jevil is not a puppet. In fact, while Spamton and Jevil share the same theme of Freedom (Though in entirely different contexts) and the lust to commit genocide. 

“AFTER YOU, I”LL PLAY WITH EVERYONE ELSE TOO!” “OH, IT’S JUST A SIMPLE NUMBERS GAME! WHEN YOUR HP DROPS TO 0 YOU LOSE!” - Jevil

“WE’LL TURN THOSE [Shmoes and Daves] INTO [Rosen Graves] THOSE [Cathode Screens] INTO [Cathode Screams]”  “A HEAVEN-PIERCING [Workout-Ready Body]” “TRY A LITTLE [Friday-Night Workout]... THEN I’LL SHOW YOU MY THEN I’LL SHOW YOU MY 5 LEFT.” “GET STRONGER!”-Spamton.   (With this being Spamton’s way into heaven it all seems to reference the Angel of Death prophecy from Undertale.  Spamton telling us that making [Frozen Chicken] with Noelle is the path to Freedom. Then there’s the official Japanese localization Spamton who makes a spam-ton of death/die based puns... Not that english Spamton doesn’t mention death casually “TAKE THIS DEAL AND YOU WILL [Die]!! IT’S THAT GOOD!!!”)

Hold ShadowCrystals.

And have mysterious contacts (But these contacts are not implied to be the same person, and neither is likely to be Gaster either, since this is Pre-Fountain when they were objects + What I proved with Spamton.) 

There are no explicit links between them. Aside from them having known each other and sharing similar goals. 

“THE TRUE AND NEO CHAOS” - Jevil.  (Final Chaos attack)

“BUT JUST LOOK, KRIS. LOOK AT THE [Power of NEO] AND ASK YOURSELF... WELL, DON'T YOU? DON'T YOU WANNA BE A [Big Shot]!?” - Spamton NEO.

As well as religious knowledge.  Jevil knowing about the Roaring, which he told Seam, making his view “Darker, yet Darker.”  (Both ENTRY NUMBER SEVENTEEN and this line reference the Roaring, when the LIGHT is subsumed by SHADOW.)

Confirmed when Seam says: 

"One day soon..." "You too, will begin to realize the futility of your actions."

"Ha ha ha..."

"At that time, feel free to come back here."

"I'll make you tea..."

"And we can toast... to the end of the world!"

This is what makes him a Nihilist.  (Not any meta knowledge, when Seam says Jevil sees the world as a “Game” he means the “Games we used to play” “I JUST WANTED TO PLAY A GAME, GAME!” - Jevil. He can “DO ANYTHING” because he’s the wild card, the fool/Joker, matched only be the second wild card the magician. His theme is called “THE WORLD REVOLVING” as they are on a carousel and * Everything’s spinning, spinning.  Also due to his relativistic world view which he uses to say “I’m not in jail, everyone else is, and only I am free.” so “WHO KEEPS SPINNING THE WORLD AROUND?!”)

Spamton, meanwhile, knows about Kris’ ability to save the world, saying so if you fall for a scam and seeking out the [[LIGHT.]] inside their [HeartShapedObject] to cast away the “IT’S STILL DARK...SO DARK!!(...) I NEED YOU!!”

  He also knows about the ANGEL’S HEAVEN which he seeks to usurp and become [God] in a storyline often quoting Isaiah 14:12-14. 

“STAND UP WITH OUR HEADS IN THE CLOUDS AND LOOK INTO 

H E A V E N” - Spamton

(Another reason  I don’t believe Gaster is connected to the secret bosses.  Jevil believes the Roaring is inevitable.  Spamton wants to use it to his advantage.  Gaster wants to create:  “A NEW FUTURE”  “WITH YOU”  Their goals are opposing.) All in all, this song has had amazing implications for the lore. Hope I blew some minds!

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #spamton #mike #mike tv #gaster #image_friend #big shot #lyrics #hip hop #Yes that's the genre it is closest to #toby fox #deltarune theory #undertale #jevil #seam #religion #survey program #deltarune lore #spamton lore #secret boss #modtro64 #Someone make art of Spamton and Mike's mentor-student relationship #spamton x mike #poor spamton #poor spam #spambot #spam bots #spam email #deltarune addisons

[forathousanddays]

Closure in Moscow - Soft Hell (REVIEW)

My last time touching on Closure wasn't terribly successful in either reach or reception, but I'm doing this one again for me, and because I said I would back in my First Temple review. I always give a brief rundown on the artist in my preamble, but I've already gone into detail on these guys once before on this blog.

Soft Hell does carry a different angle to it, though. It's a lot closer to their sophomore album Pink Lemonade than it is to something like First Temple or Penance and The Patience, but it's a wholly unique experience. Not only is it unique when viewed through the lens of Closure in Moscow's discography, but also in prog as a whole. I've never quite heard anything like it, and we'll see exactly what that means below the cut.

TRACK 1 - Jaeger Bomb

The lead-in is quiet and reserved, with guitar reminiscent of some of the slower parts in Pink Lemonade. As soon as the preamble concludes, though, we have a weight that we really haven't heard from their discography yet. Jaeger Bomb exists in a state of very curious balance; the verses are very light and high, while the pre-chorus and chorus are a broad, heavy sound. Featuring guitarist Mansur Zennelli and feature artist Aphir as background vocals provides something very new to the band, which was previously exclusively sung by Christopher de Cinque. "I don't actually wanna hurt anyone, I'm just gonna be the monster that I need for me." is a great line. Solid opener, very good at establishing that this is a new sound. 7/10 TRACK 2 - Primal Sinister

I hope you didn't get too comfortable when I said Jaeger Bomb introduced us to something new; no two songs on the album sound similar. The wide range of vocals is a really fun effect, and definitely evokes some of the same feelings as Pink Lemonade. The rolling bass in the back-and-forth sections of the chorus is a blast every time I hear it, and the strange plink-plonk guitar in the bridge keeps me on my toes. Primal Sinister is weird, even by Closure in Moscow standards.

The refrain is a blast too, especially at the outro. The song is just really, really fun. 8/10

TRACK 3 - Absolute Terror Field Ah. Hm. I have some reservations about the vtuber-esque discord kitten rap sections, purely for the inclusion of the phrase discord kitten as a whole. I'm a little worried to see how it'll date the album in the future, but man if the sections aren't groovy. The quite frankly gnarly beat is a highlight, with a nasty low bass that perfectly highlights de Cinque's higher vocals. The inclusion of the phrase "wet for Jesus" in the rap sections is also a nice wink to anybody who likes to look in on de Cinque's twitch streams. Looking forward to the interview where he explains why the title is an Evangelion reference. 9/10

TRACK 4 - Better Way

Better Way had me very excited for Soft Hell's release. As a preview single, it was very effective in teasing me and keeping me on the edge of my seat. Better Way is something entirely new to the discography, but simultaneously a crystallization of everything we know from them. The bridges are essential First Temple/Penance and The Patience lyricism, the high shred guitar is reminiscent of Pink Lemonade/Impeccable Beast, and yet none of it feels derivative. The guitar solo in between the two sections of the bridge is probably my favourite stretch on the record. I'll need to find footage of them playing it live, but I wanna say the beeping sound is tap guitar? I wouldn't have picked anything else for our first preview. 10/10

TRACK 5 - Holy Rush

Holy Rush is immediately groovy. I don't want to keep tying Soft Hell back to Pink Lemonade, as it stands on its own as a work of art perfectly, but the lyrics in Holy Rush are quite literally the plot of Pink Lemonade. "Chasing heaven when you're feeling numb, never enough ... With one more taste of paradise, the noise in my head drowns out." The bridge is stellar, and I really appreciate the decision to switch up the vocalists. The lyrics in the outro being an inverse of the intro is really cool, with the cold vs the sun. 8/10

TRACK 6 - Keeper of The Lake

Pay attention to the bass when you listen to this one, it does some really interesting things. I'd like this track a lot more if I could properly get behind the momentum, but it seems to stop and start pretty often in ways that feel a little disruptive. All of the instrumentation is stellar, with almost bluesy somber chords in the background of the chorus. de Cinque shows off his pipes yet again, with a really powerful belt in a couple different spots.I wish I had more to say about this one; it's completely alright. The last minute or two is definitely a highlight.

The instruments and vocals are really technical and super strong, but the way they're put together is a little underwhelming? 7/10

TRACK 7 - Lock & Key

Once again, a largely just alright song has a lot of really strong ingredients that are put together competently. I'm lucky I'm just a hobbyist, because I don't think "it just doesn't do it for me" would hold up in a proper review article. Everything here is technically really solid, the guitar work is the proggiest it's ever been and the vocals are very measured; de Cinque clearly knows what he's doing here, and you can get the sense that he's practiced and refined his technique. The mix is great, too, but something about it just feels forgettable.

I could see guitar with a similar structure making its way into a Polyphia track, which is a compliment. 6/10

TRACK 8 - Don Juan Triumphant

Don Juan Triumphant is the name of an opera written by The Phantom of The Opera within the story. There may be some references tucked into the lyrics I can't quite catch, but the title seems largely disconnected here. The title reference might have you expecting something elaborate and touching, with some more classical influences, but Don Juan Triumphant is very firmly a groovy prog experience. With one of the strongest chorus sections on the album, it's chronically catchy and unapologetically strange in its composition.

Once again, Closure in Moscow go above and beyond in the last two minutes of the song. 9/10

TRACK 9 - Soft Hell

Woah! Title track! This is my personal favourite place for title tracks to show up, in the last "act" but not as the last song. The record really mellows out near the end, and Soft Hell is where that really sets in. The mix and samples invoke the feelings of that era of mid-2010s pop with Justin Timberlake and Bruno Mars doing their best to genetically engineer the sexiest pop song possible like they were breeding the nose off of a pug. Under that veneer, though, Soft Hell is permeated by anguish. The distant vocals in between the verses feel like they're trying to cut through to you, or to the true feelings of the song, and it's a pretty haunting effect. Altogether, Soft Hell is a really emotional experience, and the softer instruments fit right in here. 7/10

TRACK 10 - Fine

The little lead-in is really fun, with the entire track springboarding off of its delivery. The "I'm alright" refrain is a really nice touch, complimenting the more jazzy delivery on the verses and the nice rolling percussion crashes in the background. Really do keep an ear out for the percussion, all of the hits are consistently super tight and controlled. I appreciate the simplicity in the guitar work here, as the focus should be going mostly on the big-picture mix and the vocals.

Solid performance from everybody involved, great technical work. 6/10 sound.

TRACK 11 - Lovelash

I've seen more praise for Lovelash than any other song, so far. Every time it shuffles on, the synth hit at the start sets off my "oh god is this death grips" alarm, but the percussion is unmistakable. In a traditionally very mechanical prog band, the strong presence of the synth here is a nice effect; Lovelash is a very dreamy experience, complimented by the layering on the vocals in the chorus. Once again, Christopher de Cinque flexes his mastery of the art of writing a bridge, and augments the whole experience with just a couple added lines. Seriously, has this guy fumbled a bridge at any point? They're always the best part. 7/10 TRACK 12 - My Dearest Kate

If you couldn't figure out how pointed Soft Hell was yet, this should help speed that along. The lyrics have all been about parting, from start to finish, and My Dearest Kate is a raw and intimate confrontation of that. There's no groove, no synth, nothing I can call the ever-elusive definition of "proggy." It's just you, the heavily distorted guitar filter, and de Cinque's raw vocals. There's no better adjective for this song; it's a vulnerable confrontation of vulnerable ideas, and I really respect the choice to constantly praise the subject. There's no spite and no bitterness; this is a genuine letter wishing her the best. The easy choice would've been to make this acoustic, but the distortion is a perfect touch. 9/10

RETROSPECTIVE

Soft Hell is a lot of things. AT Field, Better Way, and Dearest Kate are all dramatically different experiences, but you know what? I think it's better for it. There's a reason those are all very highly rated; I don't think I could listen to a full album of Absolute Terror Field-esques, or a full album of My Dearest Kates. (I'd be very open to a full album of Better Way-likes, though.) All of Soft Hell's ingredients are carefully measured and portioned so as not to be overpowering, and as such it comes out as a strangely cohesive experience for being composed of so many moving parts. From Neon Genesis Evangelion to Phantom of The Opera, Soft Hell is a microcosm of culture and extremes.

On my first listen, I was admittedly disappointed; the discord kitten inclusion in Absolute Terror Field set me on edge, and the general lightness of the record had me a little underwhelmed after Better Way set an expectation. Now that it's been out for a while, though, I can confidently say I jumped the gun there. Even my least favourite songs have a reason to be there, and the whole piece would feel underdeveloped without them.

I fully had to Gendo Ikari pose at my screen to decide between the rankings, but I ultimately settled on a 7/10. The highlights are very very high, but the whole unit isn't really shattering any ceilings. If you asked me on a different day, it might be an 8/10. It's very, very close.

#prog rock #psychedelic rock #indie #album review #music #music blog #7/10 #closure in moscow #christopher de cinque #aphir

[uniasus]

does klaus try to meet his mom again like he did in s3 in make me your bomb verse? how does that go?

Yup!

Klaus is the only one interested in his mother (which I base on the fact that the rest of them never really show interest prior to S3).

But the road trip is actually, cue the aww, a birthday gift from Five. Who knows how old they all actually are now, but on their first birthday in Five's universe, Five shows up at Klaus's apartment beeping his car horn and Dave shoves Klaus out the door with a packed bag.

Five drives this time, to make sure they can hit the tourist stops, but they do an actual road trip that takes roughly a week, round trip.

Klaus's reception is slightly better, but not much. Rachel did still have a rather traumatic birth that many in the community believe was devil work. Even the Virgin Mary carried for nine months, you know? And she pops out a kid in hours? Satan is afoot!

But for Klaus, it's nice to know she's alive and healthy and glad to see him. And Five is happy Klaus is happy. And that he has a photo of himself at every tourist trap along the route.

#make me your bomb #my spiraling self #tua #the unbrella academy #my fanfiction #wip #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves

[horiznwlker]

beep beep, little info blurbs on my ocs because i'm too lazy to do full pages for them rn

marlais sawyer, tlou :

a resident of the san francisco quarantine zone, which was fedra-run when she was born but taken over by the fireflies before she was a pre-teen. her older brother, a soldier, died in the fighting and her parents never truly recovered, forcing marlais to pick up the slack in the household. she's quiet and usually prefers the company of whatever books she can trade for, but she's a quick, deadly shot and most adept with the use of her brothers bow. (guns have always felt too heavy in her hands.) she is close to very few people, save for howl warren, her best friend since they were kids. 18 years old, tlou2 based. pjo verse : marlais is the daughter of rán, norse goddess of the sea and the drowned dead. she grew up largely unaware of this and was only really inducted into that part of the world after she met howl, son of hel. she is still very inexperienced and spends the majority of her life in the mortal world, much to her dismay -- especially when it comes to the private school she attends. in her home life, she is often left alone in favor for her baby brother. she has a golden retriever named bailey, whom she adores.

atomic tomi ramirez, hunger games :

victor of the 67th hunger games from district 3. won by way of allying with the careers until she blew them up, having reverse engineered one of the many traps planted throughout her arena. however, at the range she had to be in to activate the bombs, she was injured herself and nearly lost her left leg; as it is now, her nerves are damaged from her knee down, and her skin is marred with burns. snow's punishment for her 'taking advantage' of the games was to give her a leg brace and physical therapy, but no further help. (she has since crafted her own brace to be more supportive.) she was a protégé of beetee latier's prior to being reaped. tomi is somewhat smug as a default, but not for no reason; she is a master of anything from a computer's inner code to the wirings of a bunker shell, and whatever she doesn't know, she can pick up fairly quickly. she has a habit of getting swept away in her own inventive thoughts. 17-25 years old.

valrya solaris, star wars :

a hotshot pilot for the rebellion, valrya was born on carida and trained in the imperial flight academy until she got kicked out for her bad mouth. however, her skill and impeccable instincts were noted by undercover rebels and she was soon after recruited by commander jun sato for his phoenix squadron shortly before the battle of yavin. her callsign is valkyrie. unfortunately, a starpilot's life is often short and ends in a single blast; witnessing this happen to so many in her squadron takes its toll. experiencing a panic attack during the battle above jakku, valrya very nearly crashed and took out her own fellow pilots. afterwards, much to her chagrin, she was removed from active duty -- but gifted a much yearned for x-wing for compensation. force sensitive. born 21 bby.

aeris heronmark, baldur's gate 3 :

a high half elf, aeris was born to a noble eladrin in the feywild and spent most of her life there after her mortal mother passed, alongside her many half siblings. being the only half-human in a family of graceful, ethereal beings, meant she often felt clumsy and out of place in comparison. there was one brother who never made her feel that way, kestrel, who was closer to her age and actually treated her as a sister, not some fragile thing to coddle. when he uncharacteristically disappeared during one of his many adventures, aeris vowed to find him, no matter where the journey took her. and for the last decade, she has been roaming from plane to plane in search of him. until the nautiloid derailed everything. gloom stalker ranger. mid 30s, roughly. (time moves weird in the feywild.)

#ུ✷ you’re on your own˼ kid. ︴ MARLAIS SAWYER. #ུ✷ till all my scars bleed golden. ︴ TOMI RAMIREZ. #ུ✷ star child˼ are you listening? ︴ VALRYA SOLARIS. #ུ✷ flight of the sparrow. ︴ AERIS HERONMARK.

[softantigone]

The year we painted Jesus Christ Black, a

White Supremacist shot nine African Americans 

dead during a prayer service. So we threw White 

paint all over the canvas and let it dry, our hearts

beating so fast as if they could hear the bullets coming. 

This wouldn’t go into a museum anyway, my

classmate tells me, the night we’re packing our 

bags to leave for home. When I arrive in India,

it is the year copies of The Satanic Verses are burned 

in public. My friend writes to me that two bookstores in Charing Cross 

Road were bombed because their shelves carried this 

book. How do you feel about that? I ask myself. Imagine 

one day, you write something controversial, and 

instead of coming after you, they kill your readers. Maybe 

this is why Goya was asked to repaint The Nude Maja as a

fully clothed woman. He didn’t want museums to be bombed. 

Maybe this is why Padmavati is still Padmaavat. They didn’t

want theatres to be burned or their actresses to be hate-raped.

Maybe this is why Liu Xia stayed under house arrest for her

provocative photographs.

My country screams, we don’t want another M.F. Husain. 

My Instagram screams, this post has been removed. 

My mother screams, stop writing poems

about political parties and do your homework. 

I don’t want my child arrested. 

My art teacher tells me, one day, they’ll call us 

to the ground and announce that art is illegal. They’ll ask you to say

beep if you ever want to censor something. So play smart. Write

your poems anyway. That night, my friends and I come up

with a secret plan. “We’ll write the censored words in the next line.” “Like?” “I love beep. SUMMER is a beep month. HOT food beep my 

tongue. BURNS are dangerous. You know? A hidden message.” So years later, when there is a national ban on art and they 

ask me if I have any poems for them, I say. 

Here you go, it’s called Beep: “Beep is beautiful. NUDITY is beep.

ART questions the existence of beep.

GOD knows how beep the government is.

FASCIST men are trained by beep.

THE PRIME MINISTER wants to beep the country.

FUCK beep. CENSORSHIP on beep. Art is beep.

FREEDOM. Beep. FREEDOM. Beep. FREEDOM. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP."

[corruptedbunny-multimuse]

@deisbookofdemons wanted a beeping bomb!

Keith had been happily walking around with his girlfriend-- it felt nice to finally have a little peace after dealing with everyone that her dad had hired and some... less-than-nice people. He hummed, holding her hand, before he froze when he saw a large figure in an alley. For a moment, he got nervous, then he noticed something...

This guy had a bomb head too!

Keith’s eyes widened a bit, and he hurried into the alley, his girlfriend following him. Once he was close enough, he beeped at the figure.

#(File Loaded | RP) #(Beep Boop | Keith) #(Verse: Beeping Bomb) #deisbookofdemons

[wcrldcnfire]

musical protest

background events tying into [this thread] { half crack }

Faustus stared at the eyebot as he walked up to the other Legionary to switch him out. He’d been told to go and take it somewhere where it wouldn’t bother as many people as it blared its music and he had to admit, it was funny. He knew that the eye bot was the Courier’s. She’d been promised safe passage and been granted Caesar’s mark, and now. Well, he’d helped them escort out her friend, so he knew what was going on. 

Apparently the little eyebot had switched from blaring senseless noise to playing music that was definitely not Legion approved. The song blaring when he walked in was something about a dick being smaller than a toe. He had to keep himself from laughing as the Legionary he was replacing him explained the situation. 

He nodded, tapping his toe in time with the music. It was different than what he was used to, which was great, and had a decent beat. ❝I can take the little guy to my tent.❞ He said. Which, he wouldn’t mind. His tent was a bit further from the rest, closer to the slaves on purpose. Some of them would probably appreciate the music. 

The other Legionary looked visibly relieved and motioned for the other man to take the cage the bot was in. Faustus nodded, bending over and picking it up as the eyebot started another song. Probably meant to insult him. But he didn’t mind, even as the song talked about ‘short dick men. Even better beat than the last one, and it had him nodding along as he carried the cage on one shoulder. 

He didn’t speak to the bot until he got to his tent, setting down the cage on the table at the far side of the tent and patting the top of it. ❝Your courier is... Alive.❞ He explained, leaning forward. ❝Safe as she can be given she’s here at the Fort, so don’t worry too much about her just yet. Your other friend is fine too, just got sent back to the Cove for now.❞

The music’s volume lowered as Faustus spoke and he nodded. He had suspected the boy might be worried. < Questioning Beep > Faustus nodded.  

❝You’re basically a hostage. That and they don’t know what you can do, so they don’t want to risk it. Most Legion doesn’t know anything about bots.❞ Luckily for him. < Annoyed beeping > 

ED-E had a point, too. He wasn’t sure how they were going to spin it. If word got out that the Legion had promised safe conduct and revoked it... Well, people in the Mojave wouldn’t be surprised, but those who lived in Legion lands might take issue with it. It definitely complicated things. He sighed, reaching into the cage to try to get a better look at the bot’s chassis. ❝You’re not damaged anywhere, are you?❞

< Negative Beeping >

He nodded. Some paint damage, but that was standard wasteland stuff. ❝You can still play music, if you want. Didn’t mind that stuff.❞

< Curious Beeping > He nodded again before the eyebot went on a rant of beeps about the Legionaries, and Faustus just nodded, listening to the eyebot’s complains calmly. Before the beeps turned sad. < Lonely Beep >

He patted the eyebot through the cage. ❝I’ll see if I can check on her tomorrow for ya.❞

#;;faustus #;;faustus: main verse #;;ED-E #;;ED-E: courier mairwen #only under a cut cuz it's long #and yes faustus understands beeps #also i HC that modern music exists just fine #its just a lot harder to find cuz bombs blah blah #i'll queue up the meta post i did awhile ago

[taeyohonic]

Just a Taste – Chapter One

Summary: Being asked to take a blood test just to work at a merchandise booth should have been the first read flag for you. But you just gave them a sample of your blood in exchange for a very much needed paycheck and a summer job during BTS’ world tour. After the youngest member of the popular kpop band finds himself in a difficult situation, you come to realize that this wasn’t the last time you shed blood for your idols. or: You becomes the new donor for seven bloodthirsty idols, who seem to be way too interested in their new food source.

Pairing: OT7xfem!Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Smut, (Fluff)

Warnings: blood, they aren’t very nice to you...

Words: 2.7k

Chapters: Prologue, Chap. I, Chap. II, Chap. III, Chap. IV, Chap. V, Chap. VI, Chap. VII

“What do you mean ‘all the bags are gone’?”

Your supervisor does not look amused. The girl with an abnormal amount of glitter on her face does not look amused. Hell, even you don’t look amused. The stadium hasn’t even begun to let the fans in and your merch booth ran out of the official “speak yourself”-bag ten minutes ago.

This job is in the top three most gruesome things you had to do for money. But money was tight, and you didn’t want to survive another summer on ramen and cheap wine. The job ad was harmless at first glance. Just another sales job. But they promised good pay and international traveling, which was enough to let your eyes linger. There was no company mentioned, just a post box.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when BigHit responded to your application a week later. With Bangtan’s rising popularity and the massive size of their tour, extra staff had to be hired. Still, the ARMY in you couldn’t contain her excitement. This was a big deal for you. Touring with one of your favorite kpop bands, traveling to Japan and getting first dips on all the merchandise? This was a no brainer. Hell, you would have even paid them to tag along. So you dressed to impress when you attended the interview, keeping your giddiness locked behind a professional smile.

“You want what?”, you ask – disbelieve coloring your voice.

“A blood test”, the interviewer repeats nonchalantly without looking up from her questionnaire.

Was this normal procedure? You had only ever worked in your aunt’s bookstore during senior year of high school and at a fast food place all through undergrad. Neither asked for your freaking bloodline.

“What? Do you discriminate certain blood types?”, you say in mock humor. A laugh disguised as a cough rings through the room, as the cute guy in the back of the room tries to hide his amusement. His eyes are locked on your features.

“We just want to make sure all our employees are healthy. You’ll be travelling to a foreign country, working long hours.”, the woman in front of you replies, ignoring your bad attempt at a joke. She continues: “You don’t have to – of course.”

“But then I won’t be asked back for a second interview, am I right?”

The woman looks you in the eyes for the first time since entering the room. She doesn’t look as evil as she sounds. “No”

So, you guess you’ll leave with a bit less body fluid than you anticipated.

There wasn’t a second interview. The test results came with a pre-signed contract.

***

“What the fuck is up with this boy today?”, Joo-Won swears as his eyes are glued to the screen in front of you. Your shift is officially over. Most of the merchandise is packed up, all the sold-out item IDs are sent to the head quarter and you already got a notification that the next delivery will be arriving first thing tomorrow morning. Now you’re sitting together with some crew members, a half-finished soju bottle in your hand and an empty carton of take-out on your lap. The guy at your job interview turned out to be quite fun.

Joo-Won introduced himself during the briefing on your first day in Japan. He is responsible for the ARMY Bomb stands, which seems to be a very big deal around here. This is his third tour with Bangtan and he seems to know nearly every henchmen in this operation. So it came to no surprise when a stage assistant invited you both to watch the concert from one of the twelve monitors backstage. Of course, you didn’t look too out of place with your name badge and the Love Yourself-hoodie you may or may not have purchased with your employee discount.

The stage assistant, whose name you can’t remember, is fuzzing with screen number five as you take another sip of your afterwork drink. You stare not really focusing on anything. Just blank nothingness.

“You did see this as well, right _______?”, Joo-Won asks breathlessly.

You can only nod. The Fake Love performance just ended. And even though all seven idols were on fire, the youngest was just out of control.

“What did we just see?”, the boy continues.

“Rudeness”, you answer and empty the bottle with a hefty swing. You knew Jungkook would lift his shirt. You were prepared as you had seen their comeback stage more times than you’d be comfortable to admit. This was not news to you. But the aggression in his stare, how dark he growled his verses, the hard edges on his mouth, not even hinting a friendly smile, was making you uncomfortable.

Before your new friend can respond his headset beeped. Joo-Won answer, his eyes still on the screen.

“Yeah?” After a beat his eyes flash to you. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

“_________ is with me”, he says and you need a second to register your role in the conversation.

Joo-Won’s stare lingers on your face – a silent question in his eyes.

“Sure, sir. I’ll bring her to you right away.” Then he ends the call sifting, so your knees are brushing against one another.

“Care to explain, why Bangtan’s prime management wants to speak with you, _______?”, your friend asks, no judgement in his voice. What?

***

“So, I have to sign another NDA?”, you ask the manager in front of you, trying to swallow your nervousness. This is the Sejin, Bangtan’s right hand advisor. Every fan knows him from countless Bangtan Bombs and can easily recognize the fathering care in his work.

“This one… is more specific”, he explains and moves the stack of papers to you. You try to calm your excited fingers as you grab at the legal document, flipping through it.

“And it’s time sensitive”, Sejin adds and searches your eyes for attention. You give it to him.

“Time sensitive?” The papers abandoned on the table. “Is something wrong with the boys?”

There will come a time and place when you reflect on the choice of calling these men “the boys” as if they were your closest friends. But it’s not today. Today you just see a glint in his eyes.

“Yes, it’s Jungkookie”, Sejin starts and your memories flash to their concert an hour prior. How Joo-Won and you both discussed how beastly the youngest looked – how aggressive.

“Wh-what?”, you answer in question. The manager’s hands move on top of yours.

“He is ill and … you might be able to help him. We can’t transport him. And we are not sure he’ll survive an ambulance ride.”

Your brain blanks as you stand up in a swift move. This is simple: One of your most cherished idols is ill and his trustworthy manager tells you that you’ll be able to help. This is a no brainer.

“Take me to him”, you order, not even caring that Sejin’s words are not making any sense. How can a twenty-four-year-old college dropout help the golden maknae? What even is his illness?

Sejin’s smile should have been another red flag. “Slow down, _________”, he sooths and moves around the table so he is standing in front of you. “This is important. You have to sign the documents. You’ll have to transfuse blood to him.” He is handling you a pen. “There are health risks. This isn’t … the most optimal environment for a blood donation.”

Jungkook needs your blood – memories of your job interview come back.

You sign the contract, not even reading all the small-printed clauses on the pages. Before the ink is even dry, Sejin is moving you through a long corridor. His hand rests on your neck – squeezing reassuringly. A glimmer travels across your body and you try to ground yourself. Of course you are nervous. This is reasonable. You’ll donate blood to one of your favorite idols. Maybe you’ll see him, when he gets better. Hell, maybe he’ll even thank you in person! Meeting Bangtan is the closest form to aspiration you have at the moment.

“When is the nurse coming?”, you question the logistics as you move towards the farthest door labeled “BTS”.

“Which nurse?” You look at Sejin in surprise – if not a nurse, who’ll take your blood?

“Then a doctor?”, you ask and Sejin shakes his head, a humorless chuckle escaping him while you both come to a halt in front of the door.

“There is… no time I’m afraid”, he answers – with remorse in his voice. There is a sinking feeling in your stomach, some of the fog lifted. How the hell should you give Jungkook your blood if there is not even a transfusion station here?

Sejin knocks at the door, ignoring your thumbing heartbeat and opens the door, softly pushing you into the room. “I’ll explain everything; I promise.”

***

The starving vampire smells your sweet blood as soon as the door opens – Sejin a mere decoration in his vision. Jungkook’s whole body turns towards you while your eyes nervously shift across the room. Time slows down as the maknae swiftly moves straight to you. His muscles ache and he cannot even recognize his swallow breathing. His stare is fixed on the nap of your neck – deliciously soft, milky. Not even the slightest imperfection in this human before him.

You do not even sense Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s presence as your eyes take in the predator advancing towards you. The older ones seem frozen as their youngest stops just a breath away from you. You look mouthwatering – clad in one of their merchandise hoodies, hair pinned in a mess at the top of your head, some bold eye make-up, but otherwise barefaced. You look… just right.

Before Jungkook’s grin spreads across his face, Jin takes action – trying to move between the sarved vampire and this … girl. What the hell was Sejin thinking just throwing her in here? Did he want this human dead so badly?

But the oldest is too late – Jungkook growls aggressively as he snatches you against his firm chest. All the air leaves your lungs – your breasts pressed painfully against solid muscle.

“Ahh”, you groan. As soon as the noise leaves your mouth, his lips descend against the white of your neck. The maknae hisses in pleasure; and then he is biting – hard.

Your scream misses the volume and you feel tears on your cheeks as you gaze into Seokjin’s overwhelmed eyes – hands outstretched.

Blood flows freely into Jungkook’s mouth and you hear a sickening slurping sound. The pain is blazing against your skin, every fiber of your body vehemently trying to get away from the maknae. But your fingers don’t push him away. No, the curl around his biceps – acting against every rational though inside your brain. You cling to the man sucking your blood as if he’s merely leaving a love bite.

The pain in your body slowly ebbs and you feel a bright bliss surrounding you. You’re not even sure if you are still standing at the door. There is no room – just lips against your neck and whimpers in your throat… and Namjoon’s voice far, far away.

“Jungkook stop now.”

“This is an order.”

“Jin, help me.”

“Let’s lay her down.”

“Is there a pulse?”

***

“How do you take your coffee?”, Yoongi asks while starring at you with such indifference in his eyes you’re not sure your answer even matters.

“Uhm- I” His sigh interrupts you as he makes his way from the couch across form you to the kitchenette. The whole room is dimmed in a soft light, the furniture a clean white. You feel your head spin as you try to recall what happened. Weren’t you backstage? Didn’t Jun-

“Jungkook”, your voice more of an accusation than a whisper. Yoongi’s back stiffens, but he continues to brew hot water over a ceramic filter and soon a soothing smell of coffee drifts towards you on the white leather.

“Jungkook sucked m-y – he su”

“-cked your blood. Damn girl, how hard did you hit your head when you fainted?”, your favorite rapper asks – his body finally turned towards you.

Slow, leisure steps are taken and then he sits in front of you, taking you all in. You must look like a mess; grease and sweat from your shift in the booth, plus the incident with the youngest vocalist in the band. All the blood. Your stomach turns around uncomfortably.

Yoongi is looking into your eyes and for a split second you see something other than complete boredom behind his stare, but as soon as you try to pinpoint the emotion, it vanishes.

“That’s what vampire do”, he continues and you heart reacts before the triggering word even registers in your brain. Vampire. No way.

“Go-ood one, Yoongi-ssi. This… this isn’t – some romance novel for teenagers”, you scoff, disbelieve in your voice while your heart beats hard against your chest. Without missing a beat, the idol is in your face – literally just millimeters away. The air is stuck in your lungs as you try to calm yourself.

“You know what I hate, dumb human?”

His fingers draw lines across your face – just a feathering touch, barely more than an illusion. You can only shake your head; afraid your voice will give out if you try to answer verbally.

His face moves down to your neck as his hands frame your face – no longer brushing but locking your head into place. Then his mouth dives into your neck, just resting against your pulse. You can feel the sinister smile against your skin as you shiver.

“Talking to dumb people”, his lips vibrate and you feel goosebumps traveling across your body.

“You have all the proof, but your silly little brain still doesn’t – connect the pieces”, Yoongi trails small kisses across your collarbone; a stark contrast to his insulting words.

“Do you really think our little maknae just has a blood kink?”

He moves to the other side of your neck, while titling your head forcefully to the left. You can’t move your body – muscles frozen into place. You’re just passively… enduring what your favorite idol does to you. Now his teeth are grazing your right earlobe, as his voice drops another octave into a threatening growl.

“That we just hire a college dropout because of her work ethics?”

His words hurt, but you’re more concerned with the information behind them. They know about you, must have read your file. Shame colors your cheeks and Yoongi’s nose inhales deeply against the red of your skin.

“You smell fucking delicious”, he moans and places an open mouth kiss against your rosé cheek. You can feel his saliva on your skin and a whimper of your own escapes your throat.

“You like that, dumb human? Knowing I’d love… nothing more than to bite in your flesh? Drain you dry?”, he slurs. You both know that this is nothing more than a rhetorical question – your heart, your breathing and the wetness between your tights enough evidence.

But before he can act on his words, a searing pain flashes through your brain.

“Argh”, you groan pressing your head against his cold hands with virgo. The dead skin of his fingertips sooths the throbbing in your brain temporarily. But he knows that your time is nearing its end.

“Human, listen to me”, he whispers, his previously threatening tone making place for urgent whisper.

“When you wake up” What? His hands still a vise to keep you grounded, while the pain in your head expands to your whole body. “Damn human, focus!”

He searches your eyes for recognition, but your stare moves around the room – now noticing how alien the light looks, how… clean the colors are. Is this? Are you still sleeping? How?

“When you wake up”, Yoongi’s voice nothing more than a vibrating hum in your ears, “Say no to Namjoon.”

Now he is shaking you. “Say no”

***

“Good morning, sleepyhead”, Namjoon says after you open your eyes – the morning sun blinding you momentarily.

“I made you coffee”, he adds as he pushes a steaming mug in your hands. The familiar smell takes you back to your dream, to Yoongi, his words, his plea – and you gape at the leader in front of you.

“I thought we could talk?”

_______________________

A/N: What do you guys think? I am so thankful for the feedback you guys sent me. It means a lot! I hope you like this chapter as much as i do! I’d love to hear from you again! love, dana

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[sitorrothekitsune]

Oh, have you seen the stars tonight?

If you haven't, I can't blame you, I wouldn't want to spoil myself either.

But I really insist you do.

Because all is beautiful.

Except for Gerard, who doesn't do taxes.

Thank you anon. I appreciated this.

———

No, I haven’t seen the stars tonight...

I live in a house in a neighborhood, a couple blocks from the city.

It’s big and loud and bustling, no matter where you go.

But drive a couple hours north by north-north-west, and you come across a clearing.

A tear in reality.

If you look up here, you don’t see the stars.

You see the chaos.

You see the the matter of what is, what was, and what never will be.

You see the darkness, as bright as the light, seeping through the cosmos.

It isn’t space, it isn’t time, it isn’t a dimension unseen, but it exists.

It is the chaos.

Stand here for more than a minute, and you’re sure to go insane.

It will corrupt you. It will fill you. The darkness will seep in you heart.

You will not die, but lose all sense, ridding you of decency.

Every once in a while, immortals gather to watch the tear.

It’s just as fascinating as the stars, if not more.

Every year we gather on a cold Winter’s night.

We use it as a sort of reunion.

We drink liquor of all kinds, eat foods from across the multiverse, and hear stories so bizarre they would scar any mortal for the rest of their lives.

This did not happen this year.

Gods are not immune to a virus. We do not develop symptoms, but we can still transmit it.

Because of this; we decided to stay home, rather than bring the virus to other planets and put the millions we come in contact with every day at risk.

It was a logical decision, since the planet is under universal quarantine. Many of those traveling between worlds are stuck here. They’re worried about their wives and their kids, about their friends- about their colleagues.

But you asked if I’d seen the stars tonight.

The short answer is no, I have not seen a natural fission reactor tonight.

But, I feel you guys shine as brightly as any star, natural or man made. You’re cute, you’re funny, you’re all these things that my immortality will never permit.

Have I seen the stars tonight? I don’t need to; they’re right here, shining brighter than any screen, any bomb, or any sun. You are the stars of this world. If you look onto this world from afar, it lights up in the night sky. Why? Because you’re here. If you look at the moon, there’s a flag in it. Why? Because you’re here. If you look at Mars from afar, you see the beginnings of an interplanetary base. Why? Because you’re here. If you look out, just beyond the solar system, there’s a tiny little machine, beeping softly; not to itself, but several light years away. To you.

Humans may not be the fastest, or strongest, the biggest, or most numerous. They may not be the smartest, the smallest, the most advanced, or most dangerous, but that is what makes you human. What you lack in brains or brawn, you plenty make up for in perseverance and determination. It is this persistence and dedication that makes “enlightened humans” (as they’re called on other planets), the most dangerous and deadly soldiers, assassins, and knights across the multiverse.

You are stars. You are my stars. You are beautiful no matter who you are. I know you. I see you. I love you. -Sitorro, the very happy Fox Goddess.

P.S. I don’t know what this is. Originally it was going to be a free verse peom, but then something welled up inside of me and forced me to tell you all, once again, how much I love y’all. I hope you don’t get tired of it, because this isn’t the last of it either.

#sitorrothekitsune

[shortace]

Descant Brill and the Bank Break-in

Fairies do not like the cold. Descant Brill shivered, and cursed himself for volunteering for this task. Although if he hadn’t, Opal Koboi would simply have ordered him to anyway. Or killed him. He wondered briefly if sheer terror was a sufficient substitute for the loyalty Opal demanded of him and his brother Merval. He decided it was.

On a winter night in Munich the temperature can get as low as -3 degrees centigrade. He supposed he was lucky that it was only just on zero tonight. There was a light coating of snow on the ground, which meant that he couldn’t walk - on the off chance anybody was around, footprints left by a shielded fairy would raise questions Scant would rather not have to answer. Fortunately Opal had thought to stock a secret warehouse with all manner of equipment prior to entering her cleansing coma, so tonight Scant was equipped with whisper-silent wings and a near-invisible cam-foil suit. There was no way any human would see him tonight, no matter what surveillance and security they had in place. Opal Koboi and her employees laughed in the face of bank security.

Of course, this wasn’t just any bank. This was the International Bank, renowned for having the most secure safety deposit boxes in the world. By human standards, anyway. Scant admitted to himself - and only himself - that he was a little bit apprehensive. Not scared. Just apprehensive. He glanced around nervously, half-believing that Opal could feel his tension, despite the miles of rock between them.

‘It’s a piece of cake,’ he tried to tell himself, muttering aloud. A nearby cat puffed itself up, on the defensive, at hearing the unexpected voice out of nowhere. ‘Human security. Nothing to worry about.’ The cat twitched its ears, then turned tail and ran.

He finally reached the front door of the International Bank, and hovered, shivering, for a moment to see what he was up against. A night guard sat on duty behind a desk, although his eyelids drooped with fatigue. Scant had to squint to make sure the huge keyring, including the safety deposit box master key, was on his belt. This had been a key part of the plan, and if he didn’t have the key, he would have to resort to Plan B, which he did not relish. It involved tunnel blue spiders, which turned Scant’s stomach even when it was somebody else who swallowed them.

However, as it was, the key was visible, and the tunnel blue could stay safely shut away. Glancing around to be sure nobody was watching, he briefly unshielded to use an omnitool on the locks. Of course, the guard saw him at that point, and was immediately awake and alert, striding towards the glass door with a hand on his gun.

‘Stop!’ he shouted, loud enough to be heard through the door.

Scant mimed deafness: one hand to his hear, mouthing exaggeratedly, ‘I can’t hear you.’ The omnitool beeped and the door slid silently open. Immediately Scant dropped the deaf act and looked directly into the guard’s eyes. He wore no sunglasses - being the middle of the night - and as he took a breath to shout another instruction, Scant Brill spoke, voice layered with magical mesmer: ‘You don’t need the gun,’ he crooned, ‘I’m a friend. We’re buddies. Pals. We go way back.’

The guard hesitated. ‘I don’t need the gun,’ he confirmed, ‘because we’re friends. But I still can’t let you in.’

Scant sighed, feining disappointment. ‘You can let me in,’ he said, ‘and then you can forget all about me.’

‘I can let you in,’ said the guard, apparently changing his mind. ‘And then I can forget… what am I supposed to forget?’

Scant grinned. ‘Perfect.’ He plucked the keyring from the guard’s belt, and watched as the guard blinked a few times and then went back to his post, completely ignoring the pixie standing right in the middle of the foyer.

Descant pressed the transmit button on the communicator on his throat, connecting him to Opal Koboi and his brother Merval. ‘I’m in,’ he said. ‘The guard is ignoring me, and I’ve got the key.’

‘Good,’ Opal replied. ‘Now plug in the flash drive.’

Scant tried to remember the diagrams and lessons on human computers the boss had made him examine. A USB port would be somewhere on the side of the guard’s laptop, he thought. He tried a couple of different holes, then remembered to turn the flash drive up the other way. Finally it slotted in and Opal’s program popped up on the screen. Run program, he clicked. Under his breath he sang three verses of the old Riverbend classic, Between You and a Dwarf, I’d Choose a Stinkworm Every Time, to give the virus time to infiltrate the security system. As he murmured the closing line, every creature has its purpose, and yours is to make stinkworms look good, the computer beeped and the monitors above blinked. On-screen, Scant was nowhere to be seen. The video was showing a loop recorded earlier in the night - same sleepy guard, same light snow, same everything - but no Descant Brill. Furthermore, every clock on every computer and monitor was now showing 10.34am. Business hours. The safety deposit boxes couldn’t be accessed by anybody outside of business hours. Now, they’d open like a flower. A very utilitarian flower, full of cash and stolen paintings.

One stolen painting in particular.

Once in the safety deposit box room, Scant hesitated, and swore: ‘D’arvit.’ He’d forgotten to check the computer to find out which box was Sparrow and Crane’s. Human computers confused him, with their strange letters inscribed on oddly-ordered buttons, and a mouse that didn’t even squeak. He’d been so relieved to get the flash drive in and the virus working correctly that he’d forgotten the other computer-related task.

Not to worry. He’d just open all of them. There was an emergency override button next to the master key hole for just that purpose.

He inserted the key, turned it, and smacked the button.

Immediately the small room was filled with the sounds of alarms and klaxons, as the individual security from each box’s owner was activated. Scant nearly screamed at the sudden cacophony.

‘What did you do?’ Opal shrieked into the communicator. ‘What is that? Descant Brill, what did you do?’

Scant stammered for a moment before recovering himself. ‘Not to worry, Miss Koboi,’ he said, despite being, in fact, very worried.

Three blocks from the bank, a light was flashing in a police station. The unfortunate constable on watch duty didn’t see it immediately, as she was reading a particularly good Artemis Fowl book. Reading was technically prohibited on the job, but who’d know? The only other person on duty was the guy in the canteen who made fantastic chips and horrific coffee.

‘Shut it off!’ Opal commanded, forgetting for the moment that Scant had no idea how to do so. Circuits had been broken by the opening safety deposit boxes; simply closing them again would not re-wire each alarm. However they were, gradually, one by one, going silent. None of them had been intended to last long; the aim was to cause terror in would-be thieves and attract attention from negligent bank guards.

‘It’s about twenty different alarms,’ Scant told her. ‘I think it’s just to scare thieves. I don’t think it does anything.’

‘I don’t pay you to think!’ Opal screeched.

Scant forebore to point out that he’d specifically said that he didn’t think. ‘No, Miss Koboi. Anyway, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. I’ll just boobytrap the painting, these will all shut off soon, and I’ll be gone.’

Unbeknownst to Opal and the Brills, one of the boxes had been wired to do more than just make noise. It was this which had set the light flashing at the police station.

Hands shaking slightly, and distracted by the noise, Scant finally located Herve’s painting in its tube, and carefully injected the bio-bomb’s tracking device in through the rubber seal. It was virtually microscopic, and left no visible external trace. ‘All done, Miss Koboi,’ he reported. ‘I’m out of here.’ He slammed the boxes closed hurriedly, just as the last klaxon went silent.

At the police station, the light still flashed. Finally, the officer glanced up from her book and saw it. She frowned slightly, and tapped it. It still flashed. International Bank patrons were notorious for being paranoid, and false alarms were fairly frequent, but still, better follow procedure. She grabbed her radio and asked a nearby unit to do a drive-by.

Descant Brill was already out the front door, shielded and flying, by the time it arrived. All they would find was a dopey guard and nothing whatsoever missing from the bank. Just another false alarm from another paranoid billionaire. Scant heaved a sigh of relief, and headed back for the chutes.

#artemis fowl #fanfic #writing #descant brill #brill brothers #opal koboi

[sanktasolntse]

@nyktas​​ asked : BEEP BEEP YOUR PORTRAYAL IS BOMB. literally the amount of thought you put into alina and her verses and just everything about her is literally so fucking cool. not to mention you're like , super cool to talk to <3

DID YOU KNOW I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

#I LOVE YOUUUUUUU #01. ↣『 ooc 』 #nyktas

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Survivors of Unfair Choices (15) | FirstOrder!Poe Dameron x Reader

Words: 1681

Warning:  SW-verse typical violence, minor swearing

A/N: We’re nearing the end, guys! Two more chapters to go! Thank you everyone who had followed along with this series and showing your support.

Series Masterlist

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BB-9 sent out the signal as soon as they saw the shields go down, sending it straight to the Resistance. Their consoles let out overlapping alerts instantly, sending the base scrambling. An officer rushed over, their eyes flicking through the screens.

“General, their shields are down!” they reported. 

“Thank the Maker!” C-3PO exclaimed.

Leia smiled. “Han did it! Send them in!” she ordered.

“Give Dameron full authorization to attack,” Admiral Statura said.

Rear Admiral Gulch nodded before speaking into the communicator. “Black Leader, go to sub-lights. On your call.”

Poe sits in your X-Wing, wearing the Resistance pilot uniform with pride, as he sets the ship to lightspeed. “Roger, base. Red squad, blue squad, take my lead,” he said.

The leaders of Red and Blue squadron acknowledge the order, leading their respective squads towards the Star Killer base. The squadrons drop their lightspeed once they arrive and quickly fall into formation, diving straight for the hexagonal oscillator structure.

“Almost in range! Hit the target dead center, as many runs as we can get!” Poe shouts, leading the fleet of X-Wings.

He was met by a series of acknowledgments before bombarding the oscillator. Poe knew enough that they’d need a couple of rounds before they could strike true damage to the structure. With the amount of firepower that the Resistance have, they should have a chance

“Let’s light it up!”

Each X-Wing fired at the oscillator in quick succession, setting off loud explosions but it wasn’t enough. Poe could hear a few of the pilots curse through the communicators. He glanced at the sun that was gradually shrinking.

“Direct hit!” Lieutenant Bastian shouted.

“But no damage!” Ello Asty added with frustration.

“Yeah, we gotta keep hitting it!” Poe shouted back, circling around and preparing for another go, “Another bombing run! Remember, when that sun is gone, that weapon will be ready to fire! But as long as there's light, we got a chance.”

BB-8 frantically beeps, alerting Poe. He turned to see what his droid was on about and saw it. His eyes widened as dozens of Tie Fighters swarmed towards them. He wasn’t really expecting a welcome back, but that was something he did not want to deal with.

“Guys, we got a lot of company!”

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You crouched next to Chewie at a junction area as he unpacked the explosives out of the duffle bag. Han and Finn continued to look out while taking cover near the blast door.

“We'll use the charges to blow that blast door. I'll go in and draw fire, but I'm gonna need cover,” Finn said.

Han frowned. “You sure you’re up for this?” he asked, concerned.

Finn shook his head. “Hell no.”

“Which is why I’m here,” you said, patting Finn’s shoulder.

He smiled in appreciation before continuing, “I’ll go in and try to find Rey… The troopers'll be on our tail. We have to be ready for that. There's an access tunnel that'll lead-” He pauses as Han points to something behind him with his chin. Your eyes widened at the sight, a smile creeping on your lips. “Why are you doing that? Why are you doing-” He mimics Han, “-this? I'm trying to come up with a plan.”

You tap his shoulder and pointed behind him, not being able to hide your smile anymore. Finn finally turns and sees Rey climbing out from inside the wall and down to the main level. Chewie murmurs in relief and Han agrees. All four of you approached as she carefully climbed up to the corridor. You were unfortunately stuck carrying the duffle bag, the strap slipping from your hand slightly and causin a thud to echo down the corridor.

Rey jumped into action, swinging around and aiming her rifle, then paused at the sight of the group. Her mouth opens in surprise and her eyes immediately go to Finn who was already staring at her with relief.

“Are you all right?” Han asked, breaking their eye contact.

Rey nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Han wasn’t good with affection, but that was Han’s style. He was worried about her and now she’s here and she’s okay.

Finn stepped forward, looking her over for injuries. “What happened? Did he hurt you?”

“Finn, what are you doing here?” Rey asked, frowning. Why would someone she had met only recently come all the way to the base they ran away from… for her? Let alone with people like Han and Chewie, war heroes, and you, a commander in the Resistance. Chewie answered for Finn and her eyes began to water.

“What’d he say?” Finn asked, looking between Chewie and Rey.

Rey shrugs, as if it wasn’t a big deal. She smiled and said, “That it was your idea.”

Finn smiled back awkwardly. He wasn’t used to taking the credit for something as heroic as this. It was instinct for him, something that he now recognizes as part of his nature. He didn’t know he had it in him until he helped you and Poe escape the base. He was prepared to do the rescue alone if he had to, but you and Poe were dependable. He knew he made the right choice.

“Hug it out, you two,” you said, rolling your eyes at them, “then we need to go.”

They laughed and did so, hugging each other tightly.

“Thank you,” Rey muttered.

“How did you get away?” Finn asked.

Rey shook her head. “I can’t explain it. And you wouldn’t believe it…”

Han stepped up. “Okay, that’s enough. Escape now. Continue hugging later.”

Finn steps back and leads the group back to the flood tunnels where you came from. Chewie packed up the explosives and took the duffle bag from you, much to your relief. You turned to Rey and squeezed her arm before the two of you followed the boys out to the cold.

X-Wings roared passed as they dodged Tie-Fighters, some succeeding, some not so lucky. You immediately grab onto the ring, eyes scanning the sky for your flyboy, even though it was pointless to spot him while there was an air battle going on.

All five of you looked at each other and knew what to do. The Resistance was struggling to shake off the First Order before they could destroy the oscillator. And there was no way that you would be able to fly away from this. Not when your people were fighting.

“They're in trouble. We can't leave,” Han said, voicing your shared thoughts.

You nodded, eyes going back to the sky, as if there was an answer up there. They won’t be able to take down the oscillator in time. “We can still use the explosives for something,” you said, nodding over to the duffle bag. “It’d be a waste not to use them after lugging them around.”

“We can get through the maintenance hatch of the oscillator,” Finn said.

Han nodded in agreement. “Then, let’s go.”

You decided to split into two. You, Han, and Chewie would clear the area while Finn and Rey get to work on opening the maintenance hatch.

Arriving at the oscillator structure, you spotted three stormtroopers approaching. Chewie quickly shot the middle stormtrooper with his Bowcaster while you and Han took down the remaining two.

The hatch swings opened, alarms blaring. Han looked impressed. “That girl knows her stuff,” he said before climbing into the oscillator, followed by you and Chewie.

“We need to hurry-” you began to say as Han and Chewie plan out where to plant the explosives.

“I know,” Han said without looking at you.

“No matter what happens, we get this thing done, then we leave,” you pressed.

Han finally glances at you, “I know.”

“Han, I know you know he’s here-”

“I made a promise to bring my son back, (Y/n/n). You know how mad Leia would get if I go back on my word,” Han tried to joke.

“I know…,” you sighed, “But… I just feel that we should wait to get him back when we’re not on a ticking time bomb. Find Luke first.”

Han nodded as he planted another explosive on a column before making his way over to the next level. “Yeah, alright, kid. Now go get Finn and Rey,” he said.

You grimaced. He’s not going to listen. You knew he blamed himself for what happened, so of course he’s not going to listen. He’s already made up his mind. He was going to reach out to what’s left of his son and try to bring him back. If that’s how it’s going to be, you would have to honor his decision. As if anyone could talk Han Solo out of anything he’s set his mind to. Stubborn man.

You took one last look at Han, who was like an uncle to you. Someone who gave you tough love, but you knew deep down he cared. What happened to him and Leia after their son turned took a toll on them. A part of you wished you knew Ben Solo before he turned to the dark side. Maybe that way you could somehow help them get their son back without feeling like you were meddling in their family affairs. You felt like you owed them so much and no matter how many times you were told that you were practically part of the family, it seemed like you were on the outside looking in.

Halfway up the stairs towards the hatch, you hear one of the large doors slide open. You turned and quickly pressed along the walls, using your dark blue jacket to blend in with the shadows as stormtroopers began to search the oscillator. Looking down at the door, you see him.

Kylo Ren framed by the doorway, his masked face scanning around for what you knew was his father. You prayed that Han would do the unexpected and actually listen to you, but that was hoping a lot. You weren’t sure where Chewie and Han were, but you could feel the tension in the air. Conflicting emotions swirled about in the humid space until…

“Ben!”

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[lgchunji]

✧ .・゜゜side event 006, performance; let go

     hunji stood watching. his eyes were wide but he saw nothing. his breath was unsteady and desperate. he heaved in. he heaved out. he felt like he could die. he was going to choke.      even if i die i have to do this. even if i die you have to do this.      he breathed in too hard and gagged. the song was coming to an end. he could taste the vomit in his mouth. he could taste the fear in his mouth. was there blood? he had no time to think. the smell encompassed him. the acidic feeling- he swallowed it all- ran deep in his sinuses. the song was ending the song was ending. tk turned around. hunji smacked his lips.      stop! i’m stuck!      his feet were fixed. it was a second. a second that lasted too long. everything was in slow motion to him as his eyes darted. the fans, the cheering, tk staring, tk staring. hunji lifted his foot. his eyes went to max. he was excited; he was excited.      my sisters are here. your sisters are here.      his chest shook and his other foot moved. had it only been two seconds? did a single beat pass? nothing felt real. he shook again. the smell. the taste. the metallic taste the taste of blood i can’t do this i can’t do this mom please please

     a shove on the shoulder. who was it?      hunji tripped forward. the high pitched beeping started. he thought he could vomit at any moment. his eyes were wide. taekyung’s weren’t.      the flash of it all struck him like the rapture. he gasped and was taken into his own mind. the outside, time moved, on the inside, it slowed to a near halt. hunji felt his life flash before him in the bright stage lights.      he remembered when he first joined legacy. the excitement of their voices when he entered the room; tk’s little cousin and max’s first korean friend were going to train with him. hunji thought it would pass. i’ll be here just to entertain them. this is just a phase.      when max saw hunji struggling to dance, he said nothing. in front of everyone he only cheered. in private, he danced. he danced so hard hunji thought his poor friend’s head was going to fall off. at two in the morning, max looked like a blur. hwanju joined in. the music grew. it was hunji’s favorite song. he could only bob his head at first but slowly he saw max, beautiful max, wave him in. suddenly hunji found himself deep in the dance circle, but it was still hard. when hwanju went to bed, when max really turned the music higher, when he assured hunji they were the only two together in the world, hunji could dance. he found himself shaking his head, moving to the beat, not knowing where his legs or arms would take him. he flew. he flew because of max.      when taekyung saw hunji struggling to perform he was more oblivious than hunji wanted him to be. hunji wanted the help. he wanted the advice, the advice of the only someone hunji felt safe enough talking to. strangely, taekyung, one of the best performers at legacy, was directly related to him. still, to get help, he had to seek it out. taekyung gave him the best advice he could. eye contact, follow the beat, and move. hunji was shy but asked if taekyung could critique him. hunji danced, but not well. he was told he looked to nervous. he just had to let go. he just had to let go.      his breath was sucked out of him by the screaming. he was yanked to the present. it all moved too fast. he was walking.      how am i walking? where am i going?      taekyung’s eyes were narrowed. hunji’s were wide. the younger cousin had never seen such a fierce, terrifying, and confident look. taekyung, now tk, held a hand out. hunji did the same. the muscle memory over took him and the screams erupted in his ears despite the ear piece he wore. he followed taekyung’s eyes.      narrow them. don’t be so nervous.      dance with max.      learn from taekyung.      just let go. just let go.      he was gone. hunji stood alone. all eyes were on him. he kept his face stale, he kept his eyes narrow. he glared at them all. the music reminded him why he was there.      i want you to be happy. i’m always with you, my hunji.      he gasped, “illuminated by the light on my laptop-” he spat onto the mic. he had no time for apologies, “chop chop, i’m cooking up a hot pot- spitting rap like Skepta after gaining inspiration.”      he crouched above the crowd. they screamed in his face and he hawked back, “i say thanks to my team, always with me, max ‘n taekyung-ee.” he stood and his hand shook as he pointed right to max. he cocked an eyebrow.      just let go. just let go.

     we spend all night composing until we complete a good piece of work i do it for the fam- i do it for the team yeah i do it with my hands i’m working hard for my future team we’ll be an explosive bomb writing our respective verses riding the beat and the rhythm our styles are so different but we’ll match so well we’ll be one explosion      listen up, i’m pretty sure you heard wrong i said ninjas, fam, i think you misheard 'cause i represent and i show respect to all people in the whole world- oh until the three of us grow up until my idea becomes more stable you what, mate? you can’t stop us

     “pick up the pace”      where are my feet      “until i’m satisfied, i’ll keep going up”      am i growling      “pick up the pace”      don’t growl      "step on the accelerator- i won’t stop even at traffic lights”      LET GO      “pick up the pace”      just let go my hunji      “there’s no need for my lyrics to seem relaxing”      it’s all spinning      “pick up the pace”      who’s screaming      “yeah, pick up the pace”      they’re screaming my name      “yeah, pick up the pace”      they will a l l scream my name

word count (not including lyrics): 868 word count (including lyrics): 1042 points: +8 composition (lyrics), +4 notoriety

#lgc:festival2020 #✧ .・゜゜events #✧ .・゜゜solo #lgctk #lgcmax #( cause they were mentioned! ) #( n e way im reel proud a dis lowkey ? ) #( also i ironically practiced some pacing wat do u tink ? )

[got17boyscouts]

Favourite Mark Lee lines

Chronological order according to release date, English lines in italics, favourites in bold 

1. The 7th sense: (he wrote)

Uh, and that’s a long ass ride

2. Another world: (he did NOT write)

Baby turn it up

3. Mad City: (he wrote)

I love every frickin’ line:

When I’m in the house, guess what happens At the end it always turns out To be empty and demolished (I killed it) I eventually always end up Standing at the center of it Always energetic still clenching A damn mic in my fist now (how) Could this be possible? Am I that powerful? Guess that’s why rumours Around the world are saying that Mark is absolutely fully capable No more rules, just dial my number If you’re ready to have your house blown

Like seriously all of them:

Wow, it’s a boom to the b-boom Igniting the bomb knuckle p-punch It’s about our chemistry that never stops A hulk that is always mad Until we’re all mad I’m breaking it all apart Pump pump from adrenaline, adrenaline rush I can almost feel excitement flowing Through my deep blood, man Never let it fade, keep it going on Cause the music is what pumps it and The beat continues on and on man Why are they doubting, TY? How have we done it Can’t you just see why? How we worked crazy for it Always kept the music going, Kept our bars without no limit and Even turned crazy for it, right

4. Baby don’t like it: (why did he write this lmao)

THIS:

Baby, is it me or are you Doing something to me? When you smile, it’s shining But for some reason, inside you’re lying Dangerously, you’re beautiful You slowly came to me, my dilemma Like a habit, I’m already looking for your hand that’s not there What’s scary is the way you talk What gives me goosebumps is when you smile My focus, my control is all you, uh oh But the problem is, I don’t hate it, oh no I like it when we get closer, when it gets risky Only when you hold my hand, it feels like I have started When I’m with you, Danger seems like a good thing Whether it’s the wrong or right answer You decide for me girl

5. My first and last: (he wrote)

Let’s talk about love Let me talk about love Yeah I’m talking about you Yeah I’m talking about you

6. Trigger the fever: (he wrote)

One person’s shout, I hope the echo is there every day, If all the hearts are the same, I hope there will be an answer

7. Cherry bomb: (he wrote)

This lit verse:

Uh Hard rock scalp Head shot pop No talk, being humble wherever you go I applaud those who explore around Ay because of you, I realized I don’t like being chased so I’m telling you upfront I won’t bow to you Keep watching, every day, they want me to watch Hater hater talk talk Whatever I eat, I digest well if it’s yours Take a fist or stone or a gunshot We’ve gotten stronger, NINE, catch our Cherry bomb

8. Go: (he wrote)

If no one can understand me, Then my dream will make you understand

9. Yestoday: (he wrote)

His entire verse is my favourite:

Okay back inside my 156 bus Kinda feel like thinking back Time passes by so fast I remember the time When we tossed our lives just like wishing coins Boy didn’t know a lot, I think I’m still the same I’m still searching for my galaxy, still don’t know my screen Drowning in looks that are getting worse Getting more spotlight than sunlight everyday Makes me think about how Rap is my new 156 For the future traded yesterday If memories made me Then we make today I hope you like it where I’m now

10. Chain: (he didn’t write)

This:

Everything that merely moves throughout this world Is super effective Rhythm, beat, melody, we make you so crazy Now what’s up flash! Satisfyingly effective Change is electric Yeah, it’s so electric

This:

Baby, now you gonna be crazy Don’t waste it and choose it now, yeah Believe and just do it

And this:

Hey, are you ready to go? Yeah, there is no fear Yeah, there is no fear

11. We go up: (he wrote)

I can remember your light wherever I am Keep going, we’re the same, wild and free I put the wheels on my board, I danced Let’s go on a faster ride, let’s go

12. Dear Dream: (he wrote)

this verse:

Waking up and looking back at my heart that was distracted This song I see I hope it’s not blurry when I look back at it later I want to know how to color it dark I don’t need to know already I still can’t believe it I see the window of the car we used to ride together Everything around is Looking like a blur just like the outside, movements are fast I guess at one point we followed the speed of the car But honestly I think I’ve stopped in the past That time will always be that time, hope it never fades out

and this:

This is only one part of something passing You can write this down, I believe you will pass on, this bookmark It’s more natural if you leave it to the flow But I don’t want this to sound like We’re about to depart If I ever get lost I wasn’t going to make it obvious Imma call back Don’t forget the tone I called you Chant it like we always did Hope we always feel like

13. Regular: (he wrote)

This verse:

I like shining, you be lyin' I be grindin', you waste time Know you wanna roll with me 'Cause you know I put it down

Also this line:

One way to Mars, you better watch yourself I did it all by myself

14. His solo teaser for SuperM: (I’m pretty sure he wrote this himself)

Too many adulates these days Imma try to tame these names Who the main of this game? I know you can’t stand my name And you know that, that won’t change Knew you from a mile away You won’t see me until I hit it in your face Imma ride like I know just where to be Look at the tire marks, they burnin on the streets Imma ride with my ego cause my ego screams Louder than this engine beep Catch me back when it leaks My feet on the pedal Smell it burning rubber Running on the gear On the wheel, looking at the real mirror Closer then they appear With no one be near This is how it feels to be super automobile in the kill Don’t ever try to come even close

15. Jopping (SuperM): (I don’t think he wrote this)

You think ya big boi, throwing three stacks I’mma a show you how to ball, you a mismatch Opinionated but I’m always spitting straight facts Throwback, I might throw this on an 8 track

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((i had a thought))

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The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Index 

Chapter 9: Sinner Man

In the afternoon, when (Y/N) arrives home, she can feel the tension all over the house, making her feel uneasy. She walks to the living room, where she hears altered voices: 

-What about you stoner boy?- it's Diego-. What do you got?

-Oh, so, what? You need my help, now? Oh- he imitates Luther's voice-, "Get out of the van, Klaus." "Welcome back, to the van." 

-What van?

Luther scoffs. 

-What's it gonna be, Klaus? 

-I'm with Diego, because screw you! And if Ben were here, he'd agree with me- Klaus hisses. 

She opens the sliding doors and everyone turns to see her as she walks into the room. 

-What's wrong? The vibe here is unbearable

-Nothing- Diego shuts her-. So that's three...? 

-Wait... 

-To two- Diego raises his fingers, mockingly. 

-Votes not final yet- Allison says.

-What? 

-Five's not here. The whole family has to vote. We owe each other that. 

-Right- Luther agrees-. We should wait. 

-If the whole family gets a saying, then (Y/N) has to get one too, right?- Klaus mentions. 

-No!- Diego is quick to say as Luther looks at (Y/N) divided. 

-Saying about what?

-Luther wants to turn off Mom. 

-But this is a family...- Diego is interrupted by the girl. 

-What? Nein!- she scowls at One-. I'm not letting you do anything to Grace. 

-Ha!- Diego goes to her side-. I agree she should get a vote, she's got a tattoo anyway. We might as well call her Number Eight! 

Vanya feels uncomfortable at the comment, but no one notices. 

-So it's four against two- Klaus drinks what's left in his glass-. That solves it.

-What? No! 

-Yes, even if Five sided with you, it'll be three against four. 

-Whatever.

Luther storms out the room, followed by Allison. 

-Thanks- Diego mutter as she walks past (Y/N). 

-She's my friend. 

She sits on the couch after everyone leaves, except for Klaus, who takes a seat beside her. 

-Why does he even want to disconnect Grace?

-He thinks she's guilty of Dad's death. He's delusional- he offers her some chips-. Hey, you wanna go out tonight? There's this amazing club I want to go to. 

-Can't- she stands up-. It's a friend's birthday and he's having a party at his apartment. 

-Oh, which friend?- he follows her upstairs. 

-You don't know him. 

-Then describe him. 

-He's redhead, tall, grey eyes- she enters her room-. A common customer at the shop, he's a lawyer. 

-Oh, when you're going

-Ren and his sister will pass for me at 7. 

-And when you'll ve back?

-At 10, I think- she looks at him worried-. Can you promise to stay out of trouble while I'm gone?

-Yeah- he didn't feel comfortable with her going out without him.

-We'll go out on Friday, okay? It's a promise. 

At seven o'clock, Ren and Lile beep outside the Academy, and (Y/N) says goodbye to Klaus as she runs downstairs, a gift in her hands. 

-I'll be back on time to sleep, ok?- she screams at Klaus, who's watching her from the stairs-. Oh! And I prepared you a bath, you stink! 

-How considerate!- he says sarcastically, she smiles-. Have fun! 

She closes the door behind her and Klaus sighs. Dragging his feet, he goes to his room, undresses and takes a box with some pot blunts inside. With the headphones on and a towel around his body, he walks through the corridor towards the bathroom.

He can't stop thinking about this Dylan guy. Was he the one who was (Y/N) attracted to? The one she talked about in the car? 

He enters and the scent of oranges invades him: (Y/N) had put candles all over the bathroom as well as some flowers. He smiles and gets into the tub, some rubber ducks floating on the pink and purple water, and leaves the earphones and drugs beside him. Maybe he should stop taking them, that would make (Y/N) happy, right? He could at least try. 

Deciding to skip his usual night dose, he dips in the water, closing his eyes. The warmth of it reminds him of his friend: he could picture her filling the tub and putting the bath bomb in it. Lighting up the orange-scented candles. Checking the water was at his favorite temperature. She had even put in ducks as if he was a kid. 

She is so sweet, so tender and loving... Why does she waste her time taking care of him? He doesn't deserve it, at least he believes that. 

His pacific thoughts are interrupted by voices, those voices he so much hated and tried so hard to repress. The drugs he took in the morning were wearing off. 

-Klaus!

Various screams and overlapping whispering invaded his mind. He covers his ears as if that would hushed them, but they only become louder. 

-Klaus! 

-Klaus! 

-Klaus! 

He emerges from underneath the water, gasping for air in panic. Some water spills on the floor and a rubber duck falls. He shakes, the heat of the candles not being enough to calm his chills. 

He grunts and hits the water, upset, and takes a cigarette, still shaking and panting. He lights it, then puts his earphone on and turns the music. 

The first verse sounds as he lays back in the tub, trying to distract himself. 

"I should be better off without you. You take a pride in making me blue."  

After some minutes soaking, he gets out. He turns off the candles, lets the water go, and takes a duck with him. Klaus wraps a towel around his body and another on his head. 

He dances his way out of the bathroom, dancing with the toy. The music is loud he can't even hear himself breathing. 

"What's the matter with you, rock? Don't you see I need you, rock?" 

He enters his room, eyes shut, and dancing. The duck falls to the ground with the cigarette box and the lighter. 

"The Lord said run to the Devil, the Lord said." 

Klaus can see Ben talking to him from the door, but he doesn't mind and completely ignores him. 

He sits on his bed, mouthing the lyrics as he stares at the band in his ring finger. As he kisses the gold piece as if it was her hand, a shadow on the floor grabs his attention. Looking up, a corpulent figure with a blue bear points him with a knife. 

-That was definitely not weed- he thinks he's imagining it. The figure approaches him-. Oh, Scheisse (shit). 

Something hits him in the head and everything turns black. 

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