#lyrics from: the garden the crane wives

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Lover, Please Stay

Astarion x F! Tav

(Pillow Talk part 2)

18+ complicated feelings, angst, jealousy, intimacy, talks of sex work, fingering (f!), oral (f!), forced orgasm (kinda), feral Astarion, tenderness

Tav keeping him at arms length, Astarion makes a plan to woo her back into his good graces. But his hunger, for her and her blood, proves distracting...

Masterlist, Part 1

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True to her word, she was avoiding him.

Even leaving him at camp. He covered the sting like he always did.

"You doing all the work while I relax with a good book? Please, if you must twist my arm."

He hid the anxiety throttling him into a sultry smile. Waving goodbye to the retreating party with a wiggle of his fingers.

When they disappeared into the treeline, he turned with a scowl and pushed inside his tent. The hunger gnawing through him now in the forefront of his mind.

In avoiding him, she had inadvertently kept him from her neck.

Animal blood wasn't enough anymore. Sure technically it filled him, it did the job. But it was a meager substitution.

When her blood would burst into his mouth, it sent a crackling pleasure across the back of his skull. Sending fire in slow pulses as her blood pushed out into his veins. From his center ebbing out a warmth in rhythm to his swallowing. His cold body cracking apart with her molten river. It was a miracle he was able to stop that first night.

The bloodcall was a prickling hateful need, but the other need he felt towards her made him bristle more.

He couldn't stop thinking about the way they had crashed and smeared into each other. There was nothing practiced about it, nothing gained or lost. Just pulling mouths and pleading fingers and dizzy heat.

He felt his cock stir just from the memory and frowned.

This wouldn't do. He was too pent up, a dog in a kennel circling.

He would get back in her good graces, in one way or another.

When they had finally returned for the night, he feigned disinterest. Lounging back on a pillow outside of his tent, flicking the pages of one of his books with the tips of his fingers.

She wiggled out of her boots with adorable little grunts. Unlacing her bracers and beginning to lift up to the buckles on her breastplate.

"Here, let me." Gale stepped over, reaching for the buckles that sat on her sides.

"Oh! Thank you!" She chirped, lifting her arm to make way for his fingers, naturally let her hand fall on his shoulder.

"I guess it's only fair. You don't wear armor, so you have much less undressing to do." She hummed.

He saw the heat go to Gale's cheeks, clearing his throat.

"You know, I could continue to help you. In the future." He offered, a slight waver in his tone.

Astarion had stood before his mind had spoken to his feet. Striding over.

"Gale, dearest. You'll keep her here all night. Let faster fingers attend to our friend here."

Gale held his hands up in defeat good naturedly, but he saw a bite flash across his eyes.

A silent crackling energy passed between them.

"Our pale friend is right, I'd better return to the delectable meal I've been planning."

Gale stepped away, but not before squeezing her bicep, leaving a lingering touch there.

The wizard was lucky his blood was putrid.

Well, maybe he could still rip his throat out for fun.

As soon as Gale was out of earshot Tav sighed, speaking under her breath to him.

"Well, Gale wants to fuck me now too."

"Ah, you'll have to forgive the boy. I'm sure he hasn't seen such a ravishing creature before that dusty tower. Nothing but his hand and books."

Tav gasped, trying to kick him, but he slid away from her foot easily. His fingers snapping her buckles open with flourish.

"You're the devil." She chided, but he could see the smile on the corner of her lips.

"Devilishly handsome? I agree."

The last buckle free, he lifted the breastplate over her.

She moaned, rotating her shoulders in relief. Her undershirt sticking to her skin. The white fabric wet with her efforts.

He kept his eyes above collarbone with great effort. The outline of her full breasts in his peripheral.

"Thank you, my savior." She teased, sitting down to unbuckle from her shin guards.

He was hovering and she noticed, looking up at him expectantly.

"Darling, I couldn't help but wonder why you haven't been offering me your sweet neck."

She sat back up, hand resting on her thigh. Eyes searching his.

"Sorry, I didn't think you'd want to see me after the other night." She said plainly.

"But I guess I'm a service, after all." Said with impartial truth.

"Sure, here." She offered her wrist up to him.

He blinked, on the back foot again.

Like she had scooped into him and pulled the marrow of his person out. That uncanny ability to speak his thoughts through her mouth.

No, I'm the service. Not you, sweet girl.

"Let's wait, no reason to supp from you out in the open. With so many prying hungry eyes."

He trailed the backs of his fingers along the inside of her wrist as she lowered it.

"Meet me in my tent, okay?" He hushed, his voice coming out uncharacteristically soft.

"Of course, whatever you need." She smiled.

He felt like he needed to prove something to her, but what?

He rearranged the pillows for a third time. The candle lit canvas shroud of his tent draped in as much comfort as he could find. Or steal.

Blankets and plush pillows. Enchanted lights draped along the roof, a lavender candle burning on a plate.

He sighed, this was too much. He was being silly.

"May I come in?" She whispered outside of the closed flap.

"I'd like nothing more." He crooned, sitting as casually as he could manage.

She ducked in and blinked in surprise. Eyes trailing along.

"Wow, what's the occasion?" She started getting comfortable. Pulling the pins free from her hair and shaking it down her back. Leaving her shoes in a neat line at the entrance.

Something about seeing her like this again made his heart sing. That casual intimacy that he desired in the cradle of his tent.

She kneeled down across from him, pulling her collar away from her neck. Turning her head to the side, bending open for him.

He leaned forward and gathered her into his hands, burying his face in the curve of her shoulder. Breathing in.

She could feel his need, touching his arm uncertainly.

"Are you okay, Star?" She hushed.

He slid his hand down her back, his eyes closed. Fingers mapping her into his memory.

"Just- just give me a moment." His voice coming out gravelly.

"Do you want me to get undressed?" She whispered, and he nodded into the side of her neck.

She pulled her sleep shirt over her head, his hands only leaving her to toss it far in the corner.

Sat in only the underclothes hugging her hips, she waited patiently as his eyes drank her.

The spread of her hips dipping into her waist. The round full of her breast. The soft curve of her stomach. An oil painting come to life.

"You're very comfortable in the nude." He teased, trying to jumble his thoughts back into his slack head.

"It takes practice." She smiled. "People usually don't want to see the wares stored away."

He could feel the confusion strike his face.

"What do you mean by that, darling?"

"Oh, I figured the others would have gossiped by now. Huh, good for them."

She flourished down her body. "This used to go to the highest bidder."

His hands slowed, pulling away.

"You were a sex worker?"

"What makes you think I'm not still one?" She winked, and he felt a hard shock of sudden recognition in her mannerisms. This was his playing field.

"Tav..." He paused, trying to wrestle his thoughts into a carefully picked set of kind words. She didn't need to know that part of his past yet. He could stand to pretend to be at least somewhat competent for a while longer.

"I get if that turns you off. We can go back to just feeding if you want."

"Well, what do you want?" He leaned his head, looking at her. Dead heart phantom hammering.

She seemed to consider it. "I think I like you, and I want to be near you. In whatever way that means to you."

He leaned forward, sliding on knees to reach her.

He laced his arm around her back, their lips hovered across one another. Her breath tickling his lips.

Sliding his hand down her front, he held her eyes.

A collective breath held between them, only broken as his fingers dipped into her heat.

Her eyes fluttered shut, hips tilting forward.

He pressed his forehead to hers as she rocked into him, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

She tried to reach for his trousers. He huffed out a soft no and led her hands to drape over his neck.

He looked at her with lidded eyes, pulsing his long fingers into her molten heat. Curving and catching the spongy wall.

She squirmed, gripping onto his thighs. One single breath passed between them. Speaking in panting and soft moans.

He pushed her onto her back, sliding down. His mouth coming down to lick in long stripes above his fingers.

She shuddered, head falling back. Gasping out little cries for him.

All of her sounds, her arching movements, wrapping around his mind in a haze.

He ground his erection into the bunched blankets on the tent floor.

His arousal a warm rhythm inside his body for once. The practiced working of his mouth finally put to a worthy effort.

He twisted his tongue into her, slurping and suckling. Free hand holding her in place as her hips tried to escape.

"Fuck," She hissed, gripping his hair. Legs starting to shake around his ears.

He moaned low and deep into her. His cock throbbing, hips fucking into the blankets.

"Oh fuck, Astarion. I'm-" But she was already rising off of the blankets, head wrenched back.

He followed her up, gripping her ass.

She squeaked out a few rising cries then fell apart in his hands. Tremoring rising up through her body, rippling outwards from where his mouth was still pulsing. Her head lolled, little jolts from her cunt as the creamy slick of her spend met his tongue. Lapping it in greedily.

He gasped. It rocketed against his skull like her blood. He needed more.

He hooked her thighs over his shoulders and dove back into her. Hungry. Messy. Uncontrolled. Completely cutting off his breath. He didn't need it anyway.

Her eyes shot open, moaning out.

"Oh Gods," She whimpered, bracing herself next to her head. Holding on as he took her apart.

He felt crazed, his hunger for her blood and the slick he pulled from her one and the same. The sounds coming from his lapping obscene.

Closing his eyes, he growled. Fingernails biting down into her ass. Saliva and slick dripping down his jaw.

One more hard swirling pull on her clit and she was shuddering hard, a strained moan of curses flowing from her lips. Eyes rolling back in her skull like marbles.

He yanked her towards him in anticipation, fingers rubbing hard into her clit encouragingly.

Her second wave of creamy slick met his tongue, so sweet and rich. Lighting his skull up in streaks of pleasure.

He pulled his weeping cock from his leathers and stroked with his slick soaked hand. Once, twice, and he was gone. Spurting thick ropes under his body, whimpering out pulsing cries as the pleasure wrenched out of him.

He lapped at her as long as she would allow, eventually gently pushing his head back.

"Gods below, Star. That was... that was heaven." She gasped.

He murmured in agreement, head falling into the inside of her thigh. Fingers trailing the silk of her side, the arch of her ribcage.

"Do you want me to stay?" She hushed, scratching lightly along his scalp.

He moaned softly, nodding into her.

"Come here to me." She purred, pulling him up her body. Resting his head against her chest.

The beat of her heart a steady tranquil drum. Her arms and legs tangled in his. He puddled into her, both of her hands scratching in slow lines along his skull.

For the first time in a long time, he fell into a heavy sleep.

The night passing dreamless.

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#gale just like. i hate it here #astarion smut #astarion x tav #screenshot by @cheekylittlepupp #lyrics from: the garden - the crane wives

[essektheylyss]

One of my favorite hobbies is opening the Genius annotations of lyrics I'm checking purely to roast the absolutely ATROCIOUS "analysis" some people throw up with full confidence on that site, oh my god.

#this was about 'the garden' by the crane wives today but I do this with some regularity lmfao #somebody literally went 'the line about hammers and nails is clearly a reference to the crucifixion of jesus' #WHEN THE ENTIRE SONG IS ABOUT BEING BURIED IN THE GROUND. IT IS A REFERENCE TO COFFINS BABE. #you canNOT just jump from eden to the fucking crucifixion oh my god. I cannot deal #what are you a protestant youth pastor??? NO #what kind of bullshit conjecture #YOUR ANALYSIS IS BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD!!! #god something else just came out and I was looking at lyrics like 'holy hell they really just let you say anything here.' #like I do think genius is great for finding references to things the artist actually said about what they were writing about #but if you're gonna do specific textual analysis you NEED to actually write out the argument #a lot of it is flat out wrong but some of it is like 'maybe you're right but this is so disconnected that you NEED to make the connection'

[lily-art-n-talks]

Her <3

#decided to make something edgy #anyways the lyrics are from The Garden by the Crane Wives #pearlescentmoon #pearlecentmoon fanart #double life #double life fanart #traffic life fanart #traffic life #lilys art

[huidol]

🪄 🪄 🪄 TRIPLE ATTACK!!!

BEING ATTACKED!!!!!!!!!!!

(Ribs - The Crane Wives)

Time has changed the metaphor

now, dust is not the origin of bone

Little girl, don't let them sell you any armor

All your ribs are still your own

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The dark doesn't frighten me

I chose to close my eyes; it is mine

The night doesn't frighten me

I chose to let it thrive; it is mine

#honey blather #GRIFFIN <333 #YES its another crane wives song i was gonna do uhmm. an orion experience song but ribs made me cry the first time I heard it so <333 uhm. #this song makes me loose my mind though seriously its not my favorite crane wife song that's probably like. curses or uhmm hand that feeds #but like?!?!!??!? the whole plot of the song is like. uhm the story of lilith which. okay this is like a religious thing but its not like #shitty. lilith is awesome and cool and the rules set in place were shitty #lilith didnt submit to a man and left the garden or was cast out idk anyways the whole song is about her being independant #and her story was removed from the book bc they don't want girls to follow her footsteps and be independent #and the whole song shes like You're still your own your ribs are not from a man etc etc #i listened to it and i was just like Oh god i have religous trauma <- already knew that #time has changed the metaphor dust is not the origin of bone <- talking about how since lilith's story has been wiped that everyone thinks #that women's bones are created from man'sbut in reality her bones were created from dust just likeadam FUCK DUDE!!!! #LITERALLY THE WHOLE SONG IS LIKE she literally just wants to be independent this is the most normal request how on earth could she be evill #also i promise if i get another ask i wont do another crane wife lyric i just like music. oh god wait i completely forgot about go! child #FUCK!!!! <- loves all the lyrics #sorry for the religious blather in the tags usually despise talking about it but i like this song because its like. #idk how to describe it its like. Lilith literally didn't want to submit to man and Christans treat her like a demon and its like. #wow theyre really outting themselves like this. #cw religion #tw religion

[kyoukamybeloved]

Chuuya looked at his face, then broke out into laughter. “You really are the worst. Don't let your plan fail and kill us both or I'll kill you, Dazai.” Dazai laughed as well. ��Sounds good. Let's go, Chuuya.”

soukoku webweaves: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8

creds:

normal people - Sally Rooney// I know the end - Phoebe Bridgers// Part II - Paramore// the song of Achilles - Madeline Miller// art by @taxolotl// bloodsport - Yves Olade// please stay - Lucy Dacus// the night we met - lord huron// unicorn - Angela Carter// art by @thornedarrow// I set it in stone - Venetta Octavia// panel from bsd: beast drawn by Sango Harukawa// He Held Radical Light: the Art of Faith, the Faith of Art - Christian Wiman// eat your young - Hozier// never love an anchor - the crane wives// spring, the apple trees at olema - Robert Hass// the notebook// art by @taxolotl// Joan Tierney// snow and dirty rain - Richard Siken// house of hunger - Alexis Henderson// the moon will sing - the crane wives// waiting room - Phoebe Bridgers// I had a dream about you - Richard Siken// art by @marrewis// phlebotomy, as told by the blood - Torrin A. Greathouse// art by @twilicidity// Cassandra - Christa Wolf// rejoice - Julien Baker// take me to church - Hozier// the encounter - Louise Gluck// art by @yomeiu// a garden, swallower - Lyric Hunter// alone with you in the ether - Olivie Blake// allies or enemies - the crane wives// like real people - Hozier// strawberry moon - Franny Choi// official bsd art by Sango Harukawa// until is started choking on our memories - Tina Tran// art from @/mizumoe_ on twitter// Pavana Reddy// art by @carrotkicks // Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach// cosmic hero - car seat headrest// born to die - Lana del Rey// Giovanni’s Room - James Baldwin//

consider this your halloween treat ;)

tagging lovers of this series (thank you sm for all your love) :

@philzokman @dinosaur-mayonnaise @amagami-hime @vivid-vices @bunglegaydogs @vinylbiohazard @underthetree845 @ghostsinacoat @lotus-reblogs @zamxii @themultifandomdisaster @whiteapplesandblackblood @i-eat-mold @gorotic @sigskk @pastel-paramour @the-gayest-sky-kid @galaxitic @shroombunnies @homuncvlus @sommmee @oatmilkbasic @ricelover888 @jacuzziwaters @thesunshinebard @evermorehypewoman

#bsd #soukoku #skk #bungou stray dogs #skk webweave #izzie posts #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs #bsd soukoku #skk angst #soukoku angst #nakahara chuuya #dazai chuuya age fifteen #bsd stormbringer #bsd fifteen #bsd meta #skk fluff #soukoku fluff #web weaving #web weave #words #stormbringer #double black #dazai x chuuya

[all-hail-i-guess]

Crane Wives lyrics that make me go feral (in no particular order)

When my ghost sings my battle cry, you'll be too sorry to dance (Once And For All)

She lights cigarettes like lanterns for the darkness in my head (Nobody)

And if I were someplace else, and if I were someone else, and if I were not myself, would this be easier? (Easier)

Little girl don't let them sell you any armor, all your ribs are still your own (Ribs)

Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear, oh my dear (Tongues and Teeth)

You're a passing grade on a low, low bar (High Horse)

I have gasoline in my veins. I am always burning, burning, burning (The Wolf)

The future is stretching out in every direction, and I want it all (Daydreamer)

Do you ever feel nothing at all? I do, I do, I do (...) I would not wish that on you (Nothing At All)

I may never be a rich man, but I can make sure that I am free. I may never be a rich man, but the rich man will never have me, never have me (Hand That Feeds)

I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel. I am all the things they might have said to you (Never Love An Anchor)

I want to feel that fire that you kept from me (The Moon Will Sing)

Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat. Give me something pretty to wear beneath my bloodstained clothes. (The Garden)

The forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry, hungry harmonies (Sleeping Giants)

I come from a long line of people who believe in things like flowers that grow in the cracks in the street (Here I Am)

I'll swear that I loved you, I'll swear that I loved you, I'll swear that I loved you, I swear, I swear (Little Soldiers)

And finally not a lyric, but the cross from Glacier House to Tongues And Teeth I love it so much

#the crane wives #truly music of all time

[tatertato]

life series smp winners playlists part 1

okay so i've been just absolutely brainrotting over this for like weeks now and its time to finally post it!

i've basically just been compiling songs that i think fit each of the life series winners, and they're either songs i've seen work really really well in animatics already or songs that would probably work really well, but are less popular or not associated with this fandom (yet)

i'll be linking+listing them here as well as providing little snippets of explanation for why i think the song fits, but i don't feel like making actual spotify playlists or smth, so if anyone else wants to do that, be my guest.

ofc i still had trouble finding good songs for some of them- if anyone seeing this has a good idea that i missed, lmk and i'll update these posts (no promises tho)

i was originally gonna put all of them into one post, but fortunately i have come to my senses, so this is part 1. here we go!

update:

pt 2 (LL!scott)

pt 3 (DL!pearl)

3rd Life: Grian

Eighth Wonder - Lemon Demon: this song gives major Watcher!Grian vibes imo

Extra clever Earth-bound spirit Ghost in the form Of a mongoose (watcher in the form of a player)

Hello, I'm here I'm living in the wall I know I might be small (common headcanons of short grian, also living surrounded by cactus walls!)

Jim, let me go I watch like Hell (self-explanatory)

2. A Big Day for Grimley - AJJ: this one is because of this animatic, and also the lyrics fit the characters almost too well

I went back to the desert, little Midwest in me And now I am colder than I used to be (it feels like him reflecting on his experiences in 3L)

I came back to the desert, and the desert came into me And now there’s a quietness, and it’s deafening (returned to the desert for the final duel, and now that he's the only one left, the absence of his partner is deafening)

i could go on much longer about this song, but i feel like the animatic sums it up really well so GO WATCH THAT GO GO GO

3. Take Me to War - The Crane Wives: i know that everyone and their mother has done desertduo crane wives, but i've yet to see anyone use this song, which is a shame since its one of my favorites!

I've earned myself a reputation That my bark is much worse than my bite But I keep snapping at Goliath's hands With all of my tiny might (technically, he's not red, and also his traps keep failing, so the threats are pretty empty, but that will not stop him from being a menace)

Take me to war Honey, I dare you I'll be the sweetest thing To ever scare you Give me a fight I can't resist Give me something to break with my fists Take me to war Honey, I dare you (same thing as the last one, but i had to put the chorus in this post, it's just too perfect)

So I will leave it where it's standing And instead I will find me a match I'll turn it all to kindling I'll burn it all down to ash (we love a bit of arson in this fandom)

4. Community Gardens - The Scary Jokes: this is watcher!grian again, sorry not sorry- i do have a really vivid image in my head of an animatic for this song tho (the brainrot goes deep, i cannot escape)

Full disclosure, I am a monster A creature of despair, not that that should be a cause for concern (its so watcher coded im gnawing on the walls)

You'll be fine, you honeycomb Who could ever hurt you? Who could be so cold? You'll be fine, oh, honey pie Who could ever hurt you? Who could be so unkind? (ok so remember when i said i had an animatic idea about two sentences ago? ya. so i imagine this part as watcher!grian going through and causing the final deaths of all the winners (except scar we'll get there i promise) for instance, smiting scott at the end of LL, severing pearl's soulmate string in DL, and checking the time left before killing martyn in LimL)

The culmination of man's mistakes came the day The sun ran so hot, it turned the desert to glass (this is the whole "hail mary" thing where they blew up the whole desert and still didn't kill anyone)

If there's something to be learned from all these losers It's that the price that you pay For arrogance and a false sense of immunity Is to face the wrath of a dying star (false sense of immunity is scar's no kill passes, reputation points, etc., which really didn't mean all that much in the end (see: Bdubs))

5. Passerine - The Oh Hellos: aside from the obvious bird symbolism (passerine are songbirds), the overall theme of this song fits the character pretty well! (i think it could also apply to DL jimmy if you squint)

You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again (3L typical desert/light/sun/fire imagery, with a bonus helping this time of 3L typical self doubt and/or survivor's guilt! you love to see it)

My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing (more arson what can i say- also the hollow existentialism that comes with killing your friends)

When he comes a knocking at my door What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord (ok i like to imagine this line as grian realizing that scar's SL win means he goes to hang out with the winners now, meaning uhoh reunion time! that's about to be awkward!)

6. Do It All The Time - IDKHBTFM: yeah i know it doesn't seem like it fits at first, but i think parts of it captures the spontaneous silliness of 3L pretty well

No reason why I'm only doing anything I want to do Because I do it all the time We're taking over the world A little victim-less crime (making monopolies (or trying to) really just because)

Now we're so young But we're probably gonna die It's so fun We're so good at selling lies (this one's pretty on the nose, but you get the idea)

and that's all for grian! stay tuned for LL!scott next!

#life series winners #traffic smp #trafficblr #life series smp #the life series #gtws #pearlescentmoon #grian #martyn inthelittlewood #scott smajor #3rd life #desert duo #third life #last life #limited life #secret life #double life #life series spoilers

[becauseplot]

My darling, t̷h̵e̷ ̶d̷e̸v̶i̵l̵ knows my name…

Ooohohohohh The Garden by The Crane Wives is SUCH a codebreaker duo (Phil & Etoiles) song. I'm going to be so normal about it under the cut you have no idea.

(song)(lyrics)

tl;dr - This song fucks. It points to the personal vendettas that Phil and Etoiles have against the code monster, particularly the lead-up to the election dinner and the aftermath concerning the not!eggs.

Ok first of all, the violent undertones of the lyrics hidden beneath the relatively calm/pleasant sound of the instrumental itself (at the beginning, at least) compliments Phil and Etoiles personalities SO well. They're both very friendly, upbeat people. Etoiles makes light of death through his dark humor, and Phil is generally a pretty chill guy. But they both got Something stewing beneath the surface, one way or another. Some of my favorite lines from the song:

Tear it down, tear it down around my head. First of all, both of them had their Moment that made them REALLY want the codes dead (when the wool came off their eyes and their illusions of safety on the island were torn down). For Phil, his was when Tallulah lost a life to the code in a fight that was impossible to win. For Etoiles, I'm 90% sure it's when Pomme was targeted and "killed" by the code. (The death was later retconned; I'm iffy on Etoiles' early-days lore so bear with me if I misjudge something.)

In conjunction with this, "tear" is just such a visceral word when you think abt it. You usually "tear" something with your hands. It's up-close and personal. Ooohohoh love my some good word subtext.

The crows in the garden are laughing at my expense. Chatters moment. Though it particularly alludes to Phil's chat, the crows, it applies to chat in general: viewers (lovingly) bullying streamers when they take an L in a fight. With the dubiously canon existence of chats in qsmp, I feel like this applies. Also, the general feeling of frustration and embarrassment for your shortcomings (in this case, protecting your child.) Sometimes, that can feel like the universe is mocking you.

My stone, my shield, my steady hand. What they rely on. That is all.

Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat. This specifically brings to mind Etoiles' "desire" for death bc it makes him feel more alive. Also both of them frothing at the bit for the code monster to "COME AT ME ALREADY!"

Tell the crows they can have their pound of flesh. Both of their desires for revenge on the code monster!! To want your 'pound of flesh' is to be determined to get something you see as rightfully yours. And once again, an allusion to Phil’s chat in particular.

The ghosts at the window echo all our quiet prayers; when they come for us, they'll come with hammers and nails. The codes coming for them, targeting Phil and later Etoiles! The codes want both Phil and Etoiles (ESPECIALLY Etoiles) out of the equation. Also "ghosts" remind me of the not!eggs, and the not!eggs “answer their prayers” by giving them the fight they’ve been itching for for months.

And of course...

My darling, the devil knows my name! This sums up everything to do with Phil and Etoiles relationship with the codes. The code monsters (prior to the election dinner) targeted and harassed Phil while pointedly avoiding Etoiles. During the election dinner, it was Phil's eggs who were impersonated, and Etoiles was forced into a 2v1 against them. Like I mentioned earlier, it's personal for these guys. The devil (the code) knows their names, and it acts accordingly.

Anyway, remember how I pointed out the relatively calm/pleasant undertones of the music itself? Well, the song branches away from that as it continues, especially breaking through whenever "My darling, the devil knows my name," is sung, and it builds and builds and OUGHHHH the bridge into the final verse. Crazy vocals aside, when that electric guitar comes in, I die on the spot. It’s the PERFECT transition into the chaotic, darker, grungier, dirtier part of the song, all crunchy electric grit and grime, sweat and blood and clenched teeth, AAAUGHH. I could go on for ages about the last bridge.

For me, this part specifically brings to mind Phil and Etoiles at the election dinner finally getting their moment, their fair one-on-one fight against the code monster. And once again, that up-close-and-personal, violent imagery comes into play during the final verse:

Get on your knees and Dig up the garden Won't you throw down that spade and Dig up the garden, darling? Get your hands dirty and Rip up the garden Won't you cut down that apple tree for me?

The mention of “apple tree” brings to mind all the times the code monster goaded the players with items that symbolize their eggs, particularly Pomme. She’s the only egg with two lives, so the mention of cutting down the apple tree in the final line feels like a taunt. That code monster’s not gonna need anymore apples because its threats are pointless.

Anyway yeah. Codebreakers my beloveds. The moment my brain comes up with enough cohesive plot for a codebreakers fic, it is OVER for you bitches.

#tysm if u read the whole thing this has been rotating in my brain for fuckin ages #i love picking apart songs <333 also this prolly needs edits and i could add more but id be here all day #qsmp philza #qsmp etoiles #codebreakers #qsmp election dinner #qsmp dinner event #qsmp code entity #qsmp code monster #dont mind me im just rambling

[klededouze]

Finally got around to do an in-depth analysis of The Garden by The Crane Wives

(mostly of the text)

TW: religious oppression/violence

Ok so. The singer is talking to someone they're close to (bed=intimacy) and asking them to conceal something shameful, because ''bury'' is a pretty extreme way of hiding something and the singer can't even name it, using ''this''. Usually when you use ''this'' there is a precedence in the text, but there's none here.

The religious imagery begins with the garden probably referencing the garden of Eden. But the supposed paradise is now full of crows, an animal associated with bad omens and superstition (!), creating an antithesis. We understand the singer has been exposed and lies can't help them anymore. Hiding didn't work out!

Anaphora of ''my'' showing the strong bond between the singer and their lover (also aliteration of ''s'' right after the ''my'' which sounds absolutely lovely. One of my favorite parts of the song). The singer needs the other person, talks directly to them and asks them to help again.

The lover is presented here as a protector and a supporter but also a way to fight back.

There's a dichotomy between light and darkness: notice how ''your light'' opposes ''the darkness'', the lover's light is a part of themselves but the singer's darkness is something external that made its way into their head, probably a consequence of the environment (they're being bullied by crows).

(ok i lied all parts of this song are my favorites urgh)

Lexical field of the body, the singer is abandoning themselves to their lover. This is also pretty erotic, evoking high intimacy between those two people.

The singer seems to resign themselves to being unable to conceal the shameful thing that are their feelings, manifesting here into ''blood-stained clothes'' (as if they comitted a crime). But at least the lover can give the singer something beautiful that no one else can see.

Ah yes, my favorite lyrics, ''woah, oh''

Term of endearment ! ''My darling, the devil'' just sounds so sound. Religious imagery hitting you right in the face here. The singer has been led to believe that they were a sinner, so much that the devil himself knows their name ! Love contrasting with this terribly brutal notion.

The singer decides now to bury their lover and themselves. The crows be damned, they can take what they want, at least the two lovers are together in their bed. At this stage of the song, the shame/hiding has turned into acceptance of the not so ideal situation.

Ok this is actually a mystery to me. Who are those ghosts. At first i thought about the holy ghost in catholicism but it doesn't make much sense. Are those people dead ? Are they ghosts only to the lovers who feel completely disconnected from them ?

(also I can't stop hearing ''the quiet prayers'' which changes everything urgh)

Anyway they're pretty indiscreet, looking through a window into the singer's home (room even, with all the mentions of the bed), an intimate place. They even echo something meant to be quiet, making it known to everyone else. The antagonists in this song (crows, ghosts, is this halloween) really won't let things go quietly.

''Hammers and nails'' the lovers will be martyrs (literally like Jesus) if (or rather when) they're caught. Terrible violence expressed here, and this ''when'' presents it as inevitable.

There's also another interpretation I consider, with the nails and hammers being tools to build/fix things, with the antagonists wanting to literally fix the two lovers, which will of course only hurt them.

Even tho the singer is repeating the same line as before, they're not singing it in the same way. There's something ferocious about it. And the repetition of ''my name'' shows that the singer is reclaiming it. I think there's some pride here, with the reclaiming of one's identity.

Aaaaaaaaa

The singer telling the lover to get on their knees not to pray but to destroy the garden (the supposedly origin of humanity !). They're the ones using their own tools (the spade and even their hands) not only to protect themselves but to fight back (as seen before ''my stone, my shield'' ect).

Apple tree, the root of evil, actually (apple being presented as the fruit of the original sin). This is basically saying ''let's destroy the entire structure that is oppressing us''. And they've been put in that situation, we've seen that the whole song, they have no choice, because the ghosts will come for them no matter what they do, because who they are is the problem to those people.

From shame to acceptance to justified anger. Love to see it.

#the crane wives #the garden #foxlore #analysis

[tyrianludaship]

(Unlike the Medic playlist, there's no Content Warning for explicit lyrics. Although, some of the songs have mentions and references to possible religious trauma and religious concepts in general. So if you don't feel comfortable over those concepts, it's perfectly fine to not engage.)

the Engineer playlist is more gritty and dark since I was going to make a softer playlist for him but I didn't know what genre would fit him. it was easier to pick a genre for him if he's scary I guess. At least it wasn't country music (lighthearted; there's some pretty good country songs)

Not really a selfship playlist aside from like 2 songs (The Garden by the Crane Wives and It Will Come Back by Hozier) If I were to think about it, they're probably the type of songs he would sing to himself when he kills an enemy merc (he is very normal; i promise /j)

Song List

(Broken Bones by KALEO) (The Garden by the Crane Wives) (It Will Come Back by Hozier) (Bless Your Soul by The Bones of JR Jones) (Death don't have no mercy by Ethan Daniel Davidson) (Hell's Bells by Cary Ann Hearst) (Conman Coming by Monica Heldal) (Barley by Birds of Chicago) (God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash) (Blood of Angels by Brown Bird)  (Finger to the Bone by Brown Bird) (Civilian by Wye Oak) (Black Dog Sin by Joshua Burnside) (Lungs By Townes Van Zandt) (Dead Man's Pocket by Vudu Sister) (Psalms by Vudu Sister) (The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall) (Danger and Dread by Brown Bird) (Old Time Religion by Parker Millsap) (Graves by Whiskey Shivers)

Proships DNI

#proship dni #f/o blog #💗🪛 #engineer tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 #engineer #Spotify #character playlist

[greyskyflowers]

Very specific lyrics from songs that make my soul go a little feral

🎶

Rain On A Strange Roof ~ Anthony D'Amato

Cast the Bronze ~ Raynes

Inventor's Daughter ~ Branches

The Garden ~ The Crane Wives

Google Translate ~ Leanna Firestone

Garden On The Kitchen Floor ~ Tors

Pocket Knife ~ Bronze Radio Return

#lyrics #music #song recs

[secret-smut-sideblog]

As It Was

Gale x F! Tav

(AA break up series, part 11, final)

18+ domestic bliss, restraint, oral (f!), breast worship (f!), rimming (f!), squirting, forced orgasm, confrontations, battle, self sacrifice, amputation (explicit), grief release, hurt/comfort, feelings of undeserving, tenderness

All out of time, Tav must save her lost love from himself. With a warm hand at her back, and shaking fear in her heart, will her sacrifice be worth the cost?...

Masterlist, Prev Chapter

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She had to tell him. She knew she did.

"Mmm," Gale hummed, pleased. Her hands coming up to his chest. Pressing her body into his back. "And a good morning to you too."

She couldn't put it off any longer. It would be irresponsible.

Pressing her nose into his spine, she nuzzled in. Hands cupping his pecs.

"Careful there," He laughed, a slight hitch in his voice. "I've got hot oil up here."

If she could just get one more night with all of her limbs tangled endlessly in his.

If she could just show him how much he meant to her, how deeply she wanted him to feel loved. Maybe that would be enough.

Giving him one small love bite on his shoulder, she relented for now.

"No biting!" He admonished.

She play growled and pulled his forearm into her teeth.

"Drop it!"

She kicked her feet at him, laughing loudly as he tried to pinch at her sides.

The fight went to the floor, her gasping out a shrieking laugh as he caught her ribs in a tickle.

Locking her legs around his, she drug her tongue up his forearm obscenely.

"Okay, that's it!" He dove into the side of her neck, rubbing his beard into her.

"No!" She shrieked, trying to twist away.

Quiet laughter shook his chest. Both of them relaxing into a tangle on the cool tile.

He held the back of her head, kissing her deeply.

"I adore you and would love to kiss you on a dirty floor for much longer. But breakfast is burning."

"Breakfast is stupid."

"An absurd and frankly, hurtful statement."

He gave her one small kiss on the forehead, pulling her up with him.

Hopping up on the counter, she leaned back into the cabinets. Picking up a peeled potato and turning it in her hands.

What do you need to tell me, Tav?

She sighed.

Was it that obvious?

Well, groping is usually followed by heavy subjects.

She shot him a smile, which he returned. Flipping the contents of the skillet.

You're going to try to talk me out of it.

Oh, most definitely. Show me anyway.

She bit her lip, then turned towards him. Closing her eyes and opening her mind.

She showed him everything. The deal she had made, the plan already fully formed. The supplies. The steps. The price.

His hands came to lean on the sides of the stove, shoulders hunched over. Head down.

It was quiet besides the sizzling of food.

For once, he closed his mind off to hers, and that made her more scared than she had been in a long time.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he took a deep breath.

"Okay."

She looked up at him in shock.

"What?"

"I'm not fool enough to think I can stop you, and I'd rather be there than not. If you're going to do this, you're going to need help. Especially with the first part."

She brought his hand to her mouth, kissing his knuckles softly.

Thank you.

After breakfast, she led him wordlessly upstairs. They both understood the weight. That this was the last time as they both were. If things went wrong; ever.

An endless spinning blue light surrounded her, lifting her hair like water.

He kissed her with the deepest passion she had ever felt, pouring over her body in molten waves.

His magic started lifting her off of her feet, bone deep pulling pleasure. Her head fell back and he lifted higher, fingers arcing up.

She fell back suspended in air, moaning and arching.

What little clothes she wore were pulled away by mage hands. One clawed hand running nails down her thigh.

Then he was everywhere, between her legs, against both of her breasts, against her asshole. Wet. Lapping. Suckling.

It was so much. The discipline of his mouth in quadruple. Pulsing both of her peaks, sucking undulating waves into her clit, tight circles against her hole. Slick already pooling down her backside.

She writhed as he circled her, hands conducting. Burning fingertips sweeping and arching. Pushing and pulling. Beckoning and forbidding.

Fully at his mercy she reached out for something, anything, to ground her.

"Please, ugh!-" A hard swirl against her asshole. "Gale!"

Her pleas were not answered. His phantom mouths only working faster.

Mage hands forced her legs open, two holding her arms down.

Only able to arch and twist fruitlessly, her eyes rolled back. Panting and drooling. Completely lost.

His solid hands found her thighs between his mage ones. Lifting her up to his mouth.

His corporeal mouth finally met her, pushing his tongue inside her cunt.

"Fuck!" She tried to reach for his hair but the mage hands held her in place.

Five mouths assaulting her now, she pleaded out nonsense words. Tears streaming down the side of her face. A near unbearable orgasm about to hit.

"I can't take it! Oh Gods!"

You can.

A fifth mage hand gripped into her hair, pulling her head back taut.

And you will.

Her body twisted, a full body orgasm ripping her apart. Vision going blurry. Mouth falling open into a silent scream, then a shriek pulled deep from her core. Hips bucking. Straining against his many holds. A wave of fluid striking his jaw. Every part of her tremoring, her own private earthquake.

He held his palm out flat and directed her limp body to their bed.

Her head lolled, watching him climb down to her. Kissing gently against her face, her fingers, the tips of her ears.

Words completely lost she just smiled lovesick at him.

Mustering the last of the useless puddle of her mind she formed the only thought she could for him.

I love you. I love you. I love you, Gale.

He buried his face into her shoulder, settling between her legs. Holding her lifeline into him.

Please. Please say it again.

She chanted it to him, a hymn that formed into a wave of feeling she washed over him.

He trembled against her, overcome.

Standing outside of the castle, she stared up at that distant window. The same that she had watched light in crashing pursuit, anger flared and spitting. The same that she had held his weeping curled body.

It had always been here, there was nowhere else to end this.

Gale's hand held steady to her lower back.

She smiled. That was the greatest difference.

She wasn't alone.

The witching hour was upon them, and she had to take the steps.

Working backwards she went from balcony, to ballroom, to hidden hallway.

Slow. Deliberate.

Meeting no resistance she knew he was waiting. In the dust laden grave of their love.

Pushing inside, she closed the door softly behind her.

His body was silhouetted in the moonlit window. Standing expectantly, hands leaning back on the vanity.

"So you're darkening my doorway again, are you pet?"

"Are you disappointed?"

"Oh, to the contrary." He stepped closer, a viper moving through grass.

"I have been absolutely salivating thinking of you submitting yourself to me. Finally where you belong."

"Funny, I think the reason why you want me is because I defy you. But you will never admit that to yourself."

As intended, he moved closer. Anger bristling along his back.

"Your insolence has been the bane of my reign."

Crimson eyes pouring rage.

"You. Are. Mine." He hissed, eyes starting to burn out red. "Understood?"

"Oh, absolutely." She smiled, back foot sliding out slowly.

"Just one thing, Lord Ancunin."

Her thumb and middle finger started to push onto each other.

"Go fuck yourself."

As he lunged for her she snapped her fingers and her love uncloaked behind her, his invisibility falling away.

With all the rage of a tornado he stepped forward, casting spell after spell.

The barrage sending Astarion onto his back foot, dodging but Gale's fury struck him down.

As soon as a knee met the floor Tav pushed to him.

Now, Gale!

He raised arms and shouted.

"Ad Lapide!"

The spinning square of light held him down. Already vibrating as the hold tempted to shatter.

She fell to knees. Whipping out the roll of fabric previously tied to her back. Everything she needed was here. She just had to have the will to use it.

Snatching the pot of her blood she dove under his feet, smearing the binding circle. Concentrating as much as she could on the sigils and sweeping lines as he vibrated with fury, fighting against the holding like a caged animal.

Flying to feet, the pot empty, she took the dagger held in her teeth and cut into his outstretched frozen palm.

His eyes burned into hers with shaking hate, his blood pouring into the pot.

She dove away as the hold was starting to stutter. Crouching down in a circle, drawing one line of his blood around her.

Just as the hold shattered, her smeared fingers met the beginning of her line.

The purple light spinning through the room shifted to a molten red.

Burning lines pulled from him, holding his wrists down to the floor. Already straining and screaming feral at her. Lunging with teeth.

"What have you done?!"

Black flame encircled her. She cried out as a terrible biting pain began.

"Arm! Left!" She shrieked, holding it up.

Gale snatched the tourniquet, whipping it around her bicep.

"Pull hard!" She shouted, though he already knew.

He leaned in and gave her one desperate kiss, then wrenched with all his might.

Nearly blacking out, she fell forward. Dry heaving on the floor. Her arm already felt like it was severed, her nerves screaming out in tingling anguish.

But she wasn't done yet.

Rising shaky to feet she began singing the incantation.

"O magna diaboli dimittis amica mea!"

Smeared lines of him pulled to the floor, the shifting circles opening to a wavering portal of molten light beneath the both of them.

"Sume membrum meum, carpe sanguinem meum!"

The wire around her bicep began closing, wrenching her back down to knees. Crying out, her song becoming a scream.

"Mundus meus est, redde illum ad me!"

His screams melded with hers, fighting on all fours. Spitting and straining. Smeared images of him pulling down then wavering out.

Nearly at the edge, black circles threatening her vision, she looked at him one last time. Gripping the tourniquet as her flesh sawed away beneath it.

Between screams of fury, endless curses and hateful promises, there was a flash of desperate hope in his eyes.

"Do it!" He bellowed.

"Dolor sit satis! Eum dimittere!"

As the last of his screaming mirrored form pulled down into Avernus, her flesh gave. Hungry hands pulling her limp arm down just the same.

Lines beneath them dissipating, she collapsed on the blood smeared floor. Gale rushed to her, hand lit in bright flame.

With one last tearful apology, he pressed his burning palm to the lost limb. Cauterizing it.

She could only twist, her body so imbued with pain the sensation was nearly incomprehensible.

When he released the tourniquet, she got some breath back. Adrenaline allowing her the smallest kindness.

Pushing on knees, she went to him.

He was crumpled, face down. Writhing weakly as she had been.

She almost didn't want him to look up. Terror of failure shaking her.

With her only hand, she cupped his face.

Bending up, his eyes met hers.

She smiled, hitching out a sob.

"Blue. They're blue, Starlight."

He wailed, arms gripping her to him.

They stayed like that, pouring grief into each other. Desperate pulls of limbs, shaking hopeful fingers. Parallel wailing mouths pressing into shoulders. Four tear blinded eyes. Two shattered hearts beating strong to each other.

The beginnings of insect song outside the open window a quiet hymn. Sun on its slow climb, drenching their alcove of despair with light.

Incomprehensibly, the morning had begun all the same.

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Tav twisted the taloned fingers. Trying and failing to snap her thumb and middle finger.

Gale came up behind her, kissing her shoulder in a low hum.

"You'll get good at it soon, I promise."

"I know." She smiled, cupping his head with her remaining hand. Leaning into him with a sigh.

The blue light of her mage arm was distracting in her peripheral, but she knew she'd adjust. Fingers sliding gingerly along the bottom of the apparatus cupping her remaining bicep. Tied down securely over her shoulder.

"Kind of Elminster to lend the magic for this." She remarked.

"Oh I think he owed me, after telling me to level a small city."

Tav smiled, turning to him.

Concentrating, she brought her glowing blue palm to his chest.

He smiled proudly, tears spiking the corner of his eyes.

"See? You're a natural."

She pulled with her solid hand, bringing his lips to hers.

I love you so much, you silly wizard.

He laughed against her mouth, melding into her.

He's in the garden, if you want to see him.

Tav nodded, releasing him with two small kisses for good luck.

"You haven't even complimented my dress!" She mock huffed. The one he had picked out for her what felt like months ago hanging from her frame.

"Well let's see it then." He laughed.

She gave him a little twirl. The deep blue fabric swirling around her. The cape sweeping along the floor.

"Heavenly." He sighed, eyes sparkling. "Other goddesses are crying out in shame."

"You are so full of it." She laughed, pinching his side.

"A strike against my very soul. How am I supposed to weather my day with such hurtful words in my heart?" He continued, smiling wide.

"I think you'll live. But I'd love to see the mournful poetry you've written later tonight." She nuzzled into his neck.

He took a deep breath of her, then released. Hand trailing along hers as she stepped downstairs.

Drenched in the fragrant garden, she saw his shock of silver hair on a bench.

Smiling, she came up behind him, hand gently trailing along the flowers at her hip.

Tara was sitting next to him, pressing determined head bonks against his hip.

"Oh dear, it seems she likes you." Tav laughed.

He reached out for her wordlessly, and she met his fingers. Coming to sit on his free side. Resting her head into his shoulder.

"How do you feel?" She hushed, his fingers threading into hers.

"Alive." He whispered, voice wavering.

"Well, that's what I was going for, so..."

He laughed wetly. Leaning into her.

"I'm sorry." He murmured.

"I know." She hummed.

She kicked her legs out, settling into his shoulder.

His eyes caught a gleam, and as soon as he saw the gold vines twisting around her ankle, he crumpled.

She held him as big heaving sobs wracked through. Tara twirling around them, pushing her little head into him.

When he pulled back she kissed his tears away. Pressing her forehead to his.

"I missed you so much, Starlight."

He nodded, face still strained.

"I'm so glad to give you a second chance. No one deserves it more than you."

He shook his head then, and she cupped his face. Bringing her mage hand up to the other side.

"Yes. Yes, you do. And I'm not taking feedback at this time."

He hiccuped a laugh, holding her shoulders.

"Now come inside. There's breakfast and conversation, everything you could ever need. I love you and I'm so glad to see you again. Come eat."

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#genuinely thank you so much to the people who are feral about this series #i did not expect people to be so into it. ya'll are too niceys to me #ascended astarion #gale x tav #gale smut #bg3 smut #screenshots by @astarionposting and @venenum-cadaverinus #lyrics from: the garden the crane wives

[talentforlying]

@handgiven: ♬♬♬ THREE songs??? 👀 — SONGS I LOVE

bite the hand - boygenius! this one punched me in the head last month and has not let me go since. it's very much a summary of constantine's attitude towards love and kindness in general; he wants it, craves it, but he's learned to keep his fangs out to survive, and that often means he snaps at someone who doesn't deserve it. this song always makes me think of his sister, especially, and i've sort of assigned it his mourning song for her. she let him in time and time again, gave him a respite from the darkness and a family to be part of, and he repaid her by getting her killed and failing to save her. even though she made the choice to stay in hell, he'll always feel responsible, and she's still always the one he reaches to in his lowest hours, even knowing she's no longer there.

i can't hear you, you're too far away / i can't see you, the light is in my face / i can't touch you, i wouldn't if I could / i can't love you how you want me to

sweet as whole - sara bareilles! one of my earliest constantine anthems, and a great summary of how he generally views the world and brushes off all the terrible things he sees and has happen to him. people suck, and shit happens! that guy's an asshole, that girl's a bitch, he's a bitch, fuck it all and let it go! it's very much a song that he and his friends would belt out if they weren't bound by the laws of toxic masculinity to not know who the hell sara bareilles is, i promise you that. it also provides an excellent reason for why he talks so much shit:

and i hate to think that i ruined the day / of the dick and the queen of the high horse parade / but i'm sick and tired of your poisonous ways / your toxin wasting perfectly good space / and i say what i think / 'cause it's more economic than drugs or a drink

unraveling - the crane wives! if you can't tell already, the crane wives are one of my favorite bands of all time, and this one is the current emotional arc of my current dnd character. in this case, though, i am hitting you directly with the constantine-after-em-falls stick, because GOD!! the survival of faith in a different form, but having to adjust to that change, to mourn the loss of the sapling before you can appreciate the new growth? the tailor + gardener + carpenter examples when we've already talked about how they're both so good with their hands? "my love" as in the unconditional holy love that angel em gives to constantine? the lyric "i never knew i needed you" and the way it's drawn out with such bewildered wonder? my head is actively in my hands.

i once loved a gardener with his dirt-smudged face and hands / trimmed my weeds and gave me room to grow my flowers again / but now my love is gone / and i am left here withering

^ constantine as the garden, struggling to survive being repotted after poisoning his own soil (breaking em's halo)

i once loved a carpenter who carved a smile for me / sanded my rough edges, crafted new and lovely things / but now my love is gone / and i can’t help the fracturing

^ em as the clay, losing his divinity, the unconditional love of god / heaven, and his halo to constantine's hands and having to rebuild

+ 3 songs for em: oh my GOD for fallen em, prayer - ghost quartet, one of my FAVORITE songs in the world from one of my FAVORITE shows / performances!! if you have not looked up the mckittrick performance of ghost quartet, i SO recommend it!! it's also one of my favorites for constantine, but i feel like it just sits so well around the concept of a former angel struggling to adjust to being part of the material world he'd floated through previously, and all that you've talked about em dissociating and struggling to afford himself the same forgiveness he gives so freely to others.

i will try to forgive myself / for living in the dark / for my loss of wonder / for forgetting how to play i will try to forgive myself / for being absent in public / and bored before stars for not remembering / for not being in my body / for not starting right now i will try / to see myself as i am

and while i'm on my crane wives shit, icarus - the crane wives, also my beloved!! i don't even have anything i can say about this one, just look at these fucking lyrics:

oh my brother, my brother, my brother / who have you become in the wake of all that's happened here? they're burning down the orchard to the soil / to the soil, to the grave / spreading out the ashes of a love that only gave and gave . . . it's okay, it's okay / my love will fall with grace

finally, polite and good - secret pie has a very otherworldly em vibe for me, it's very much got a just-outside-of-humanity-playing-human sound to it and the lyrics are spot on with "your tea and your cat". it feels like if em's apartment was just slightly a horror movie in a way, which, with all that biblically accurate angel business, it could be at just the right angle.

don't mind what you see in the mirror / don't mind the shadows that knock at your door / i'll be right here, unchanging sincere / i will be Polite and Good

#handgiven #DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME #have SIX songs and two are some of my favorites of all time i may or may not have lost my mind #( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.

[iodotsys]

The music suggestions thing sounds fun! I might try some time to diversify my listening... anyways here's my picks:

Pathetic by Blame Candy

Tenebre Rosso Sangue by Keygen Church

Sleepwalk by Forrest Day

The Spy and the Liar by Puddles Pity Party

The Garden by The Crane Wives

Queen of Nothing by The Crane Wives

Pathetic by Blame Candy

Very funky. The effects on the vocalist's voice are nicely balanced between heavy reverb and chorusing. Their falsetto voice is really nice. The beat is nice and groovy, very nice beat. The guitar solo was a nice deviation from the main song. The random extra beat into the last chorus threw me off, though. But honestly, that's nitpicking. I even do that in my songs sometimes to change things up. Reminds me of newer Red Vox music a tiny bit. 7.5/10 would listen again if I were in the mood for a song like this.

Tenebre Rosso Sangue by Keygen Church

I like this. A lot. The coupling of church organ and metal is excellent. Sounds like a cross between Doom and Castlevania in the best of ways. Made me want to play Castlevania. The drop is excellent, but I do wish it wasn't so suppressed. They could have made the synth louder. Added to my liked song, 9/10. Would listen again. As an added bonus, We've Got Hostiles from Half Life came on afterwards on Spotify.

Sleepwalk by Forrest Day

This catch to this got stuck in my head 100%. I love the pizzicato done throughout the song on the violin. I really love the use of the violin, or maybe its a fiddle? I felt like I should like this more, but something didn't get me with it. I don't think I would go out of my way to listen to this, but it was an enjoyable song. 8/10 loved the fiddle and made me want to go out and buy one.

The Spy and the Liar by Puddles Pity Party

A beautiful song. The vocalist has some serious talent. Surprised the song was so short. The ending was extremely satisfying with that note the vocalist sustained. It had a very good resolution melodically as most songs of these type do. It isn't my style of music, but I'll be damned if I don't appreciate a good set of lungs when I hear them. 7/10.

The Garden by The Crane Wives

Again, wonderful vocalist. Love the tremolo they did with their voice. They were the one carrying most of the melody as opposed the the guitar, which is pretty impressive when bands can do that. It made me feel like a cowboy though, 5/10.

Queen of Nothing by The Crane Wives

Again, vocalist has amazing vocals. They've got that feminine country grit. The fadeout in the end was a nice touch to the song, with only the vocalist singing. It gave the lyrics more impact. 5/10, I wouldn't listen to this again.

You should try it out, Melody! Its pretty cool being able to listen to new music~ Thanks for sending me over these songs~!

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[meinebiene]

i'm glad your day went well! and you do song covers?! that's so cool, you must have a beautiful voice. not to mention that you translate the lyrics, too?! which language(s) do you translate from?

i didn't know the last two songs you mentioned, but i listened to them. i'm glad you told me, they were super good.

i know the crane wives song, i like their music a lot. my favorite by them is "the garden".

and.... starz anon is so cute.. it's silly, you now have a puppy and a kitty. you're more perfect than i could've imagined if you made both of us like this......

ᓚᘏᗢ kitty

kitty, you're back, hi !

i've only recently started writing translyrics, but they're originally in korean !! i use the official english translation of them as a base to start my own interpretation of the song. in all honesty, i have this one cover of this song that i posted a couple of months ago that reminded me of you (solely because the song is called 'love cat').

isn't star absolutely adorable? he doesn't believe me sometimes when i tell her !!

i've also been listening to the garden on loop since i started typing this out; it's a really good song !! do you have any more recommendations ? crane wives or not ? i've heard curses and the moon will sing by them, too, but i'd love any other recommendations !

#i'm so sorry for being so slow to respond love !! #kitty anon #💌┊inbox . . .

[melodyofthevoid]

Spotify Discovery 10/2

Lot of ukulele tracks in this one, and it’s a mixed bag. I cannot explain for the life of me what makes a ukelele song sound not bad to me but when I crack that code you’ll know.

Generally good though! The bad tracks though I hated more than last time. Also sorry for the delay I had work and a litany of other things (other writing projects) that distracted me lmao.

Good:

Playing on Train Tracks: Very Mountain Goats in its execution, note that it does cover self-destructive behaviors so be wary but the honesty here is captured so well. I love the use of language and metaphor, cutting live wires, standing on the cliff but never jumping, standing on the train tracks, it hits. The simple instrumentals isn’t overly “stripped down” it fits the subject. Good stuff.

What We Have is You: A song from Kipo, a nice little lullaby. Don’t remember what the context of this bit was in the show but I really liked it. Sterling K Brown has a nice voice.

The Dragon of Climate Change: Not one I’ll listen to frequently but I did enjoy the jaunty folk feel combined with the “fuck the rich” vibes. Calling out carbon credits was a good bit. Very bard core.

Lover (take me to the moon): Gives me confused person in love and I think it works. I wish I could really say what makes these sorts of songs click with me vs brush them off as kinda overdone but I’m afraid it’s a mystery to me as well.

Ghost Choir Vocals: Gives the iconic Ghost Choir lyrics in the style of “Mr.Sandman” and the singer is absolutely lovely. Fun and short, always a treat to hear the ghost choir in general and Louie’s instrumentals lend to the singer’s voice.

Davy Jones: I’ve listened to this cover a shit ton on Youtube and still love the vocals. The Davy Jones/Calypso storyline is a fav and there’s just. Mwah. Chef’s kiss vibes. Not much to say here other than absolute banger. (For an improved experience look up the duet version).

Suffering: A dance to agony, it works in a way of celebrating despite it all. The singer is lovely, the guitar is jaunty, and the rhythm is fast and fun. I like it! Gives me Crane Wives vibes and that’s always a plus for me.

Medusa in a Stone Garden: There’s an interesting energy around this one kinda folk rock? I like the Medusa energy, the repetition can wear on at times but other than that? Excellent.

The Water is Fine: Gives me Mariza/Delta vibes, there’s nice overlap on the vocals, there’s energy here too that is fun. A bit Oh Hellos, a bit Amazing Devil.

Anywhere But Here: A lovely little music box style waltz, very romantic. Melancholic too, and just the sort of thing I like to wind down to.

Duet in Death: Another classical piece, I’m sure if I knew more about the webtoon Nevermore I’d have more of an affinity? But a duet between a piano and a violin is one I’m always a sucker for. I adore violins when they’re done well and this one is spectacular.

Devil’s Flesh & Bones: Another WTNV alumni! Eliza Rickman is neat, she’s got a very distinct voice, kinda Cabaret and kinda jazz. This one all works for me.

Neutral:

Rises the moon: The vocal performance of this cover is… a little shaky at times? But I like the song and I think that it’s alright.

Tough to be a Bug: A twee little ukulele ditty, it’s cute but not really one that I’ll listen to. A bit too soft for me ig.

Bird Song: Not the Florence and the Machine song, but a different one. I enjoyed the folk vibes but the chorus has this kinda tropical electronica and that’s just not my vibe? The song has a general montage feel which works for what it is but a meh experience overall.

A Shitty Gay Song About You: The guitar plus the twinkly xylophone and the monotone vocals aren’t… really my vibe. The lyrics are kinda neat, but it’s not for me. I could see someone making a cute animatic to it though.

I think I want to be alone: Relatable but the style is a little too TikTok for me with the playful vibes combined with the depressing lyrics? Doesn’t scratch an itch for me.

Nah

Katarina Josephina: I’m not really sure what to make of this one. It’s got the trappings of a folk story song but it’s got a strange energy to it. Not certain what to say doesn’t work for me, but the trap break definitely does not.

The Spider’s Face: I like the song Nothing from this musical but goddamn this one is too “playful sing song evil” for me. The plucking strings and the vocals… it does not do it for me. Very unpleasant to listen to.

Aisling Song: I do not enjoy listening to children sing. This is a child singing in a very ~dreamlike~ way. I’m sure this works in the movie “Secret of Kells” but without the visuals I would really rather not listen.

PATROCLUS MEETS HIS FATE: I love orchestral stuff, I love video game music, but the artificial strings really take away any of the grandiosity for me. It’s very canned and I’m not a fan.

Typical Me: DSMP song and not a good one. I don’t like the vocals or the lyrics. Very monotone and unpleasant.

Give a Little: The saxophone and vintage swing feel are neat but I reaaaaally don’t like the vocals. They ruin it for me. Sorry CG5 but really not doing it for me.

64 Little White Things: This is Scary Jokes with the vocal style and again. Not a fan of that. There’s something about the vocals that just sets my teeth on edge, the sing/talking style with the modulation and the carnival music… no. Can’t do it.

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