um. uh. this kind of sounds like shit (esp on the refrain bits but im also offkey some places whoopsies!) and i didnt get all the lyrics in cause some are hard as fuck to sing but heres my first publicly posted demo of my heir of grief lyricover!!
(insp to call these lyricovers from horizon u should check those out too!!!)
i have a TON more of these that i need to actually record and mix and whatever but heres this one for now. if anyone better than me at singing would like to give covering this a shot thatd be so awesome just make sure to tag me and clearly credit me for the lyrics! and if youre interested in giving a recording of some other lyricover ive written you can dm me for my discord!
full lyrics including the ones i fucked up or left out under the cut
We will fight, we will fight, we will fight, we will fight,
side by side, side by side, side by side, side by side,
we may die, we may die, we may die, we may die,
we must try, we must try, we must try, we must try,
i just wanted to breathe,
wanted to fight for what i believed in.
i've seen it all torn to the ground.
i'll build it up until we are all safe and sound.
i just wanted to go
for just this once to not be alone
i never dreamed of this life
but now in this space we can win in this fight!!
THIS IS BROKEN VICTORY
PULLED FROM THE DUST
OUR CRY FOR SALVATION
THESE ARE THE DYING WORDS
FROM THE CHILDREN WE STILL HOLD WITHIN
every world every world every world every world
Every life, every life, every life, every life!
Every place, every place, every place, every place!
Every time, every time, every time, every time.
I had never felt seen,
longing for someone to lean on.
I never caved to fate,
and I swear by the light that it isn't too late.
i have always known scars
now i am caught inside of this raging war
i never wanted this heroic strife
but its my time to live and my time to die
. this is broken victory
Pulled from the dust
Our Cry For Salvation
these are the dying words
From the children we still hold within
adn we r out of our depths
where every step is an0ther end we meet
iT'S A PLACE, wHERE WE CAN FLY,
Hearts racing faster every time we die.
we are stars dreaming, waiting to be foUnd
we’re jUst children waiting, dreaming aloUd
a place where we can dream!!
WH3R3 W3 R34CH OUT
To who we 8re and who we could 8e
And where we hold onto ourselves.
and where iit all cave2 iin
w)(en we are out of our dept)(s
wwe aren’t ready for wwhat it takes
D—> we weren’t ready yet
:33 < we weren’t ready yet
And In This Life We Found A Place
Where we can
WH3R3 W3 C4N
Where we can dream
in this dream, in this dream, in this dream, in this dream,
in t)(is dream, in t)(is dream, in t)(is dream, in t)(is dream,
WHEN WE SCREAM, WHEN WE SCREAM, WHEN WE SCREAM, WHEN WE SCREAM,
we will win, we will win, we will win, we will win,
we’ll be free, we’ll be free, we’ll be free, we'll be free
we’ll be free, we’ll be free, we’ll be free, we’ll be free,
we’ll be free, we’ll be free, we’ll be free, (we’ll be free)
4ND W3 4R3 OUT OF OUR D3PTH
“let there be light” said by the children
WE STILL HOLD WITHIN OURSELVES
we are stars dreaming Until we're foUnd
(we’re just children grieving, still dreaming aloud)
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EDDSWORLD 2004 HEADCANONS!!! LOL!!!!
I am NOT the type of person to make them close to the real ppl, so I made my HCS more unique, hope u guys don't mind (I'm sorry, I am NOT going to call Tom "ThOmAs RiDgEwOoD" or Edd "EdWaRd GoLdStOnE" LOL)
And also here's some HCS for them!
MATT - He doesn't like seeing Tord smoke, and he's also affectionate, despite not seeming so. Matt also does lots of jokes to Tord to make him blush, since he blushes easily (NOT SHIP!!!!), and Matt is also a person who "looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you".
TOM - He's almost always drunk. He hates Tord but would comfort him if needed (Tord would also do that back), and him and Tord are drinking buddies! Tord and Tom interact just a little bit despite hating each other. And also, Tom doesn't have a normal mouth, his mouth is like, a melting thing, and only appears in very specific moments (rage moments are an example).
EDD - He's AroAce, sex repulsed AND love repulsed (and probably hates people who ships him with Tom or his frie). Edd also loves drawing his friends! Edd is like, the chief of the Eddsworld HQ + the person who commands the studio. Edd is the person Tord trusts most.
TORD - He blushes easily. Tord also drinks, but unlike Tom who is always drunk, Tord chooses a specific day of the month to get drunk. When he was a child, Tord was taller than Tom, but Tom grew taller than him over time. Tord likes wearing dresses sometimes (And he makes fun of Tom for wearing skirts, since Tom never admitted he does).
Yeah that's all.
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Word Search Game
Tagged by @outeremissary! This was a very funny way to spend my work day because we know I am Not a writer so I was digging deep to see what I could find. Dug up some very cool rambles and unfinished pieces from ages past.
The words I was given were TIME, HAND, and DARK.
TIME - This isn't really a WIP so much as an unpublished character backstory, written from the character's PoV. My Dragon Heist players will start to recognize him, but this is a specifically DnD5e version of Alec rather than the PF1e version they're acquainted with.
Take that gear. Grab that gold. Get a weapo–why are you picking up the bow? The voice continued to echo in his head to lead him to safety. Something about it filled him with dread. It was sophisticated, it was princely, it was like a whispering wind, and it was intense in its guidance to lead him out.
It wasn’t until he was riding away on the back of a horse—did he always know how to do this?—that he began to wonder what was happening. He’d glanced at a mirror in his escape; at his dirt-caked hair, at his four horns whose count felt wrong, at his mismatched pair of eyes. What was he doing in that building? Why did it burn so suddenly? Who was he?
Don’t think too hard. We aren’t safe yet. It’ll come back to you.
The voice in his head wasn’t very comforting.
But it was right, bits and pieces began to come back to him. His name, Alec, glimpses of his home, vague memories of loved ones. But whose voices were speaking to him? Whose gentle hands was he longing to hold him? He couldn’t remember, and it pained him.
The pieces of memory came to him in the middle of the night as he tossed and turned for even a moment of sleep. It went on for hours, he would lay down in his stolen bedroll to sleep, but sleep never found him. After a week he finally accepted that he would never sleep. In fact, it appeared he didn’t need it anymore.
That’s useful, more time to get work done if you never sleep. Alec found himself disagreeing with the voice more often than not.
HAND - This is from my current WotR WIP titled Accepting a Fey's Gift, which has been in limbo for months now as I try to figure out how to tie together all the disconnected sections.
"Forget the gift, let's talk. Just the two of us." Rotgut began to object from Aurien's shoulder before they gave him a stern look. Without missing a beat, the parrot nipped at their ear and flew off.
"I don't know why you still keep that oglin around,” Ulbrig shook his head, checking on their now-bleeding ear.
“I got lonely, especially after the shipwreck. He managed to survive it with me, so, it seemed a good idea at the time.” They reached to touch Ulbrig’s hand, but pulled back at the last second. The ice was too cold, he was making an effort to come this close as it was.
“Still seem like a good idea?”
“Well even if I’d known about a certain griffon sleeping in a statue in Kenabres, I doubt he would have woken up some 10 years ago…” Aurien stopped themself, catching the distraction in the conversation. “Let’s not change the subject. We need to talk about this.”
Ulbrig sighed, gently pulling his hand away. “Then let’s talk.”
DARK - Okay. Okay so. It turns out in all these years I can only find one fic, wip or not, that uses this word??? Somehow?? Anyways my biggest regret in 2020 while I was in the Fate fandom was never finishing this fic. It's from the PoV of Perseus during the unwritten scene and fight against Caster. I came up with so much stuff for this. I had the entire fic planned out and it would've been the longest thing I've ever written. I made a whole fanservant for this. Mopsis my weird little guy.
He blinked. That’s how fast the change happened.
One second, they were in fourth period. It was English. Sajyou-san sat two rows down from him, next to the window. She’d seemed distracted with something that day and wasn’t paying attention to the lecture. The next second, the familiar classroom was replaced with an alien landscape. All his classmates had disappeared.
That left two options; either he was the only one in this space, or his classmates were all elsewhere. The landscape was alien in all sense of the word, but held a strange familiarity to it that he couldn’t place.
There was no sun, only the dark expanse of space. Hundreds of glowing lights illuminated the ground as if they were stars. Everywhere he looked was gray. It was a desolate, barren land. As he walked down the path beneath his feet, he could get a better grasp on where he was. No typical laws of physics seemed to apply. Paths and rocks floated in the air as if in a three-dimensional maze, the “landscape” expanded for as far as he could see in all directions. No matter how far he looked, there was no sign of life. No plants, no people either. He seemed to be completely alone in the foreign remnants of a once prosperous society.
That was fine, he could find his way out of this. He had faced plenty in his time, this was nothing more than one more adventure to his list. With a deep breath, the situation became clearer. The air was tinged with magic, like the Age of Gods. If this was the case, all he had to do was…
“Isemi-kun!” A voice called out, disrupting his thoughts.
A shame some of my other older writing couldn't make it. The Cei fic or the Cay monologue could've been fun.
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