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winwintea · 8 days

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dreamies as your flight seatmate + ratings

PAIRING ▸ boyfriend!dreamies x reader

TAGS ▸ none, crack, established relationship, haechans is the worst someone drop him out of the plane please

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸inspired by an insta post i saw for 127 and thought the dreamies deserved their own version.

Mark Lee

mark and you have 3 hours on this flight, so get ready for 3 hours of straight yapping from mark lee himself. he’s gonna show you pictures he has saved on his phone and goes into every single detail about the photo. you honestly just want to chill and listen to music, but if it seems like he’s given up, 5 minutes later he’ll bring up another subject. even if you’re gonna try to fall asleep he’ll wake you up, “yo, did you hear what i just said?” and you can’t get mad at him, who wants to see him sad? (4/10 seatmate, sometimes cooks, most of the time idk what he’s talking about)

Huang Renjun

renjun is probably one of those insane people on planes. he can get through the whole flight not talking to a single person, not listening to any music at all, not even looking out the window, just staring straight forward, lost in his own thoughts. if the flight map is available he’ll watch it for fun, otherwise he can pretty much entertain himself for however long the flight is. renjun would even read the safety manual for fun??? however if you needed him for anything, or if you wanted to watch a movie he’d be down you just need to ask, otherwise he’s gonna be in his own zone. (6/10 seatmate since he’s insane, but points only bc he’ll do anything if you ask him too)

Lee Jeno

jeno would be in your personal space, BUT IT’S NOT HIS FAULT DON’T BLAME HIM. he’d take up the armrests too but that’s because his arms are so big… and you wouldn’t want him to be uncomfortable. and lowkey you’re fine with the personal space invasion thing too cause he smells good. (you’re coping) and maybe during the middle of the flight he’ll put the armrest up and hold you in a big hug, just so you can feel more comfortable cause he feels bad for taking up so much room. “i hope this is comfortable enough for you, it’s just a few more hours, you can take a nap on my shoulder or legs if you want” (7/10 seatmate, he feels bad and i would feel guilty if i gave him anything under a 6)

Lee Donghyuck

haechan is an armrest hogger… and he doesn’t even need to. instead of talking to you though, he’ll be on his phone the whole entire trip, watching tiktoks OUT LOUD on his phone. you honestly wanted to watch a movie with him, but you aren't even going to consider it now. and when you catch him peeking over your shoulder trying to watch whatever tv show you’re watching, you give him an annoyed look, and turn the device so you can’t see him. (-127/10 seatmate, just wait until he takes off his shoes cause then you’re both getting kicked off by the stewardess)

Na Jaemin

jaemin is the embodiment of the BEST seatmate ever. he’s always checking in on you, making sure you have ample leg room, let’s you use the armrests even if you don’t want to. he brought a whole bunch of snacks to for you two to share and snack on. downloaded a bunch of movies and tv shows for the ride, but if you don’t want to watch a movie, that’s fine. want to sleep? he brought a neck pillow. want to just talk? he can do that. (10/10 seatmate this is why i have high standards in men)

Zhong Chenle

chenle’s company could either go one or two ways. one, he could spend the whole entire flight watching the basketball game with the third person in your row that somehow was also a golden state warriors fan? to which… fuck him cause how tf did you become a third wheel? or two, he and you spend the whole entire flight just shit talking the other passengers on the plane with each other. chenle and you would probably be whispering to each other and giggling away. (3/10 cause the first outcome is more likely. we know even if there’s no other person to watch it with, as long as there’s a game on he’s watching.)

Park Jisung

jisung… it’s a little too quiet… and a little too tense. the mood is almost way too awkward? “jisung… you can talk to me you know?” you turn towards him, and his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “oh i wasn’t sure if you… wanted to talk or… maybe you were gonna sleep-“ you shush him with your finger, and lay your head upon his shoulder. His whole body begins to relax and he no longer feels cooped up in the seat like he was at first, “Whatever we do, let’s do it together alright?” (8/10 seatmate, very awkward, originally it’s way too close for his comfort but he gets into it and will do anything you want <3)

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dbphantom · 2 years

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The only mfing song that matters

#I will only ever listen to this song in the car #If you put on anything else I will maul you to death #I will ascend while listening to this fcking song #God tier music #Only song that comes close is the chocobo remix but it's on thin fucking ice #Real shit tho if you play this it's the audio equivalent of putting a blanket over my enclosure #I will zone tf out until the song stops LMAO #Pavloved myself into turning off all higher functions to save brain power while Iggy drives #I straight up just. Don't think.#There is only pika pika #Cruddy rambles #Spotify

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occamstfs · 2 months

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Those Holi Days

It's a tad early but so is the Spring, Here's a Holi inspired racial TF ! -Occam

Robert is beyond nervous about going to the city’s Holi celebrations. His best friend Pranav begged him to come and have some fun but Robert absolutely hates sticking out which he is sure to do. Pranav swears there are always other white people there but Robert remains unconvinced as he looks through his closet getting ready. Shuffling through he sees dress shirt after dress shirt of a wardrobe meticulously designed not to stand out.

He sighs as he throws on a white t-shirt as recommended by his friend, best thing to wear for the chalk. He sighs thinking of how confident Pranav is as he ensures his shirt sits so no one can see his small gut underneath it. Feeling a pit start to grow in his stomach about going he rushes out the door before he convinces himself to stay in.

On the brief walk over he fights with himself in his head weighing pros and cons. He does not like how intimate it is sure to be, Robert does not like crowds or parties. He read up on Holi of course and this is sure to be quite a hectic event. He starts writing up paragraphs on his phone to chew Pranav out for getting him out of his comfort zone to go to something he’s so sure he will not enjoy.

As he approaches the park he hears some kind of Indian pop music blaring from speakers set at the center of festivities. He must have been quite absorbed in his phone as only now does he notice how thick the air has become from the colored chalk in the air. His heart freezes in his chest as he sees he has already arrived at the outskirts of the Holi block party.

As Robert looks out across the crowd however, he can’t hold back a smile seeing just how much fun just about everyone is having. Technicolor powders are flying through the air creating a storm of vivid blues and dazzling reds above the crowd. Dust begins to settle in Robert’s hair as he looks for Pranav at the event.

He doesn’t immediately find his friend, although to Pranav’s credit there are a not insignificant amount of other white guys present in the park, some of them even seemingly dressed in traditional kurtas. He even sees another one of his friends, John, out there seemingly having an absolute blast. John was always a quiet guy but is almost moshing in the middle of the colorful crowd. Robert almost starts to get his attention before second guessing himself, when did John start growing a beard? He was always the clean cut type but under the blue powder covering his cheeks there is some clear stubble. It almost looks darker than the hair on his head even which must from the powder staining it.

Robert continues watching his friend have a blast smiling as the jubilee feels almost contagious before realizing, shit? Was he supposed to bring chalk for this? Pranav didn’t mention anything- As soon as his mind turns to Pranav however, orange powder is slammed on his head as if it were an Easter confetti egg and his vision is obscured.

“Gotcha Robert!” Pranav shouts in a jaunty manner having successfully snuck up on his dear friend. He ruffles Robert’s hair shedding the powder down onto his clothes as he wipes the powder off his eyes as he switches into his prescription sunglasses. Pranav continues to shout over the music as Robert cleans himself off, “you’ve survived your first color attack friend! How are you liking the festivities so far?”

Finally able to see again Robert blushes as he is standing far closer than usual to Pranav to hear him over the crowd replies, “well I haven’t done much so far but it does seem like a lot of fun!”

Pranav smirks, hearing his friend inch closer to agreeing that he was right. He puts his arm around his friends shoulder and continues, “Ah! Sounds like a chance for me to say told ya so is approaching, my friend!” He starts to point around showing Robert all the stands and activities going on around the park though Robert subconsciously tunes him out as the din of the crowd rises in his ears.

He’s not anxious? Red chalk splatters the pair, Pranav laughs as Robert is suddenly feeling adrift in his own head, but not uncomfortable. It’s almost like he's sluggish which should be off putting at such a high energy event. He should be incredibly anxious right now. But all he can focus on is the raucous revelry of the crowd ahead and Pranav’s arm resting on his back, even this intimacy should be causing him alarm.

The hair of Pranav’s arm brushes Robert’s neck and he stops just sort of moaning in response. Keeping quiet he continues to find his head increasingly groggy. Looking towards Pranav’s face as he sees his friend beam talking about pani puri as he wipes chalk from his beard. God, he’s just so hot, why can I not be more confident like him.

There’s a beat before Robert out loud says, “what the fuck,” catching Pranav off guard. “Oh sorry Rajert? Did you-”

“What did you call me?” Robert asks quickly.

Pausing, worried about his friend, “Robert? Your name?”

Now embarrassed as he was clearly ignoring the friend who invited him to take part in his own culture he quickly apologizes to Pranav and imploring him to continue. Which he does, “I was just saying, I told you that there would be other white dudes here dosti!”

Fighting off his fogginess to keep up Robert agrees, “Yeah you were right! I just saw my friend uh? My friend, uh, Janat?” He stares confused at the crowd scanning it to see his friend once more as Pranav glances down at Robert with a sly smile, eyebrows raised in questioning, “Janat is Bengali, Robert?” At this moment Robert finally sees him, no surprise he didn’t recognize his friend who in the few minutes since seeing him he has ripped off his shirt.

Janat who Robert would have sworn was a guy even more milquetoast than himself is now absolutely covered in chalk as it creates patterns down his now muscular back, sweat creating rivets of dye only seeming to increase the vascularity. Robert stares at a man he will never know as John again, as he creates a torrent of dust in the air, twirling t-shirt he must have ripped off above his head. The crew cut that once rose above his head has grown into a thick ponytail as a moustache pushes itself into existence. Robert cannot look away from his friend as he shows off his muscular body as powder continues to flow through the air. He tosses his shirt to the floor keeping his arm raised as he starts waterfalling some drink from his friend. Robert’s eyes trail down his veiny bicep to see his now-exposed pits. Knowing Janat constantly shaves to keep body looking tight, he watches as hair begins to poke out from under his pits.

Pranav, almost out of jealousy, speaks up to get Robert’s attention away from their friend, “Ah yeah Janat is a real party animal huh? But we don’t need to do all that eh dosti?” His beard, tanned skin, and of course red Holi powder hide his blush as he blocks Janat from view and starts rubbing Robert’s shoulder. Robert in turn looks back to Pranav and smiles. Before hearing his Pranav speak up once more “Woah Rajert! When did you start growing out your own little beard! It looks nice” Both men move their hands to feel Rajert’s face as he freezes up feeling stubble on his hitherto perpetually clean shaven face.

Rajert reaches for his phone to see his reflection but doesn’t even need to as he sees his new appearance in his lockscreen. Now a picture of him and Pranav, which is in and of itself odd, he sees the two of them standing at a pier looking like he always does. Save for the stubbled face that will now always greet him. But, that can't be right? He’s blonde? Or at least brown right? His eyes dart again to his face in the photo and sees not only does stubble now darken his cheeks but the hair rising above his head is similarly black.

Rajert reaches to his head, once more shaking powder out as he tries to rip a strand of his hopefully blonde hair free. Pranav shouts seeing this, “Woah yaar! What are you doing? Is everything alright!?” The two of them see a long strand of midnight black hair between Rajert’s fingers. Pranav suddenly worried that Rajert is entering a state all too familiar starts to try and lead him away from the crowd before he starts hyperventilating. “I’m so sorry Rajert! I was wrong, this is too much for you here, let's go get you some shade!” Pranav grabs his hand and starts dragging him out of the crowd.

Rajert knows the crowd isn’t the problem though. He was having a good time, but something happened? It was something about his hair right? He struggles to audit why he has suddenly frozen up as he is pulled through the crowd. There is a buzz in the air as the music and cries of joy continue to crescendo. Rajert feels a warmth in his chest, as well as in the hand now clasped by Pranav. He smiles as he is led and looks at the arm pulling him feeling safer by the moment.

Neither of the two notice as Rajert’s arm begins to look starkly similar to the one dragging him. The hand begins to grow in Pranav’s grasp as the thin blonde hairs dotting Rajert’s arm begin to grow thicker and darker. It begins to spread up his forearm, curling as they look and feel remarkably like the arm that brushed his neck oh so recently. Neither notices though, as Rajert remains firmly in his own mind. Stuck with the image of Janat dancing in the crowd, he seemed so free. His shirt above his head as he shows everyone around just how much of a man he is. Rajert’s eyes start to glaze as he thinks again about his pits, man. I wonder what he smells like?

“Chod!” Rajert shouts as he again feels his mind drift to such horny thoughts. Neither man noticing as Rajert has just defaulted to a Hindi swear. Pranav in his part is just concerned about his friend. Yes, just a friend. He leads Rajert to sit against a tree, hiding how much tanner his arms have gotten in this short trek as he checks in. “Yaar? Do you want me to go get something to drink?”

Rajert nods as he responds, his throat feeling dry, easily attributed to the significant amount of chalk inhaled. “I’m a little lightheaded Pranav.” Concern is immediately painted across Pranav’s face even thicker than the dye as he plans to run off to get his dear something to drink and eat, it must be a blood sugar thing right? “I’ll be right back Rajer!” He watches as Pranav quickly makes his way through the crowd in search of the cure for his condition as his mind begins to swim even deeper.

Rajer watches floes of Holi powder stream above the crowd, trying to distract himself from how weird his clothes feel against his body now that he’s sitting down. He feels his sleeves pushing against his biceps as if he’s ever lifted something heavier than a textbook. He pulls at his shirt to relieve the tightness, catapulting more dust into the air. His eyes glaze over as he watches the colors dance in the air. Across the pavilion Pranav nervously watches Rajer, easily noticing that he seems to be filling out his clothes much better. He reprimands himself for thinking with his dick while his friend(?) is in such a state, though this is the Festival of Spring after all with all that implies.

Back at the tree Rajer feels a thought burst through the fog to the forefront of his mind which he immediately puts to words. “Ah, this reminds me of my first Holi.” But no, this is my first Holi right? He sifts through his memories to assure himself. What he finds inside is impossible.

He remembers being a young boy traveling into Delhi for the festivities. He remembers seeing the colors dancing in the air as millions of hands toss dye in the air. As he does he feels his feet begin to grow in his powder covered shoes.

He remembers moving to the states with his older brother in late December. Feeling totally apart from hsi culture until that magical day in the Spring. Finally having Pani Puri once more with his community as he did his best to keep the chalk off the dough, laughing with his brother. He kicks his shoes off while he still can as he sees his larger feet start to rip apart his chalk-stained socks.

“Offo!” He shouts as he strains to pull off his socks, revealing tanned feet covered in thick black hair, his soles already wider than the shoes he removed in the nick of time. Well it is certainly not his first time being barefoot at Holi! He laughs remembering how crazy he has been in the past! In fact, he was barefoot at the big Holi festival in college, the one where. The one where he met his yaar, Pranav?

At this Pranav returns and upon seeing Rajer now barefoot he forgets the dire state that he was left in. Instead Pranav eyes his thicker thighs straining the jeans. His calves seem to be sticking out farther than they should, Pranav wonders why his yaar has put on clothes so tight on a festival day before suddenly finding the most strained part of Rajer’s clothing, his crotch. It’s almost like he’s stuffed something in his pants. Pranav quickly changes the subject to avoid creating a similar bulge for all to see, “have you been working on your tan Rajer?”

Rajer smirks before answering, “Well only one way to see!” As he struggles to get his larger body out of the small shirt he put on this morning. Unable to even raise his arms without tearing he instead opts to rip the shirt off in its entirety. As soon as his sweaty skin meets the air it shows the same dark brown tint that Pranav sees when he looks in the mirror. Pranav stares at Rajer’s tight muscular torso as he flexes to show off. He doesn’t notice as Rajer’s eyes quickly darken from the light blue eyes once magnified by his glasses, to a brown dark enough that they may as well be black. “See! Same as I’ve always been Pran!”

Pranav reaches down to help Rajer to his feet, finding him far heavier than when he was dragged by Pranav to this spot earlier. With a heave he gets Rajer up, only to find he is now looking up at him. Suddenly Pranav finds himself adrift in his own mind, the sight of the man before him immediately causing his cock to pulse in his pants sa he tries to reconcile what has happened. Seeing the confusion Rajer asks, “haan Pran? Everything alright?” Pranav hears a thick accent that he would have sworn Rajer didn’t have this morning. “Rajer, you are feeling better now?”

Rajer stops his flexing as he takes this in and answers in perfect Hindi, “did you call me Rajer? ‘S a weird pet name for Rajesh yaar.” Rajesh reaches to wipe chalk off the face of a man he can only describe as his love as he notices the growing bulges in both their pants and smirks, asking in Hindi. “Ah! Do you want to find our own way to celebrate the spring Pran?”

In a reversal of this morning Rajesh puts his arm across PRanav’s shoulders and puts some of his weight on, which Pranav now struggles to carry. This knocks him out of his stupor, “Chod Raj you are so heavy!” Rajesh smirks and moves behind Pranav, pressing his bulge into his lover’s back as he whispers into his ear in Hindi, “why don’t we head back to our place eh? Maybe we could have Janat over?”

Pranav blushes at the idea and pushes Raj back as he eyes him hungrily. “Well we should certainly get out of here before your cock bursts your zipper off.” The two begin to head off back towards their now shared apartment, their pace increasing as the excitement in the air continues to get them going.

Pranav looks up at Rajesh’s chalk covered smile, “Glad you came after all eh yaar?” As they enter their apartment careful not to get chalk over everything they own they finish the little disrobing they have left to do as Rajesh replies in his true mother tongue, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.” As they forcefully begin smear chalk between their bodies, creating new colors as they celebrate Holi in a far more primal way than dancing in colored powder.

They feel each other as if it were the first time they had fucked, not knowing it truly is. Rajesh feels his body continue to grow as he pushes Pranav into their bed. Pranav runs his hands across Rajesh’s powerful thighs as his hands are increasingly impeded by ever thickening hair as he prepares for another round of celebrating new beginnings.

#male tf #masculinization #mental change #racial change #race change #male transformation

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kira-broflovski · 1 year

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kyle broflovski hcs: s.o that zones out a lot (with adhd)

note: im hoping this is okay, considering I don't have ADHD myself so it is a little vague

more than likely saw it happen for the first time during class, so he thought nothing of it and assumed you were tired or bored (pr both).

he then saw it happen a few more times during different classes and he started to grow concerned.

maybe it's just school that drains you? which is completely understandable.

now, he realises you do it all the time. regardless of where you are.

you just zone tf out

and this poor boy thinks something is severely wrong

like he'll wave a hand in front of your face and panic. was it his fault?

that is, until you educate him about your neurodivergency.

from then on he just makes sure you're comfortable and in the right headspace

he also makes sure nobody else attempts to be disrespectful by doing something to you while you're unaware, so he'll probably just put his arm around you

he's learned to appreciate the comfortable silence the two of you will sit in, sometimes accompanied by outside ambience or soft music playing.

as long as you're okay and talk to him when you've come back to reality, letting him know you're okay

it's all that matters to him: you're the love of his life.

#south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #south park boys #south park x y/n #kyle broflovski #fluff #south park fanfiction #adhd

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hairbrush9 · 10 days

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realizing whenever i declare i will change my habits for the better i always end up regressing back to a comfortable reality like...i need to get out of my comfort zone cause every day is the fuckin same for me....i go to work , half ass it, then go home and smoke and just zone out to TV or brawl stars or social media and im just wasting away my potential to shit I don't even share with the world. My new rules I will attempt to adhere to, at least a first step, is no smoking until 7pm on weekdays, and no video games until 8pm so i can be present and interesting in everything brit says and does. Weekends I will continue to be stoned for the time being. I'd like to paint more, to create music, to actually study for my FE, to actually show some motivation to progress in my career and life and i feel like weed/video games are just excuses to check out and i need to be checked tf In

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Papers (Songfic)

Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Requested by Anon:

“I don’t know if requests are open or not, but this is the anon that requested the songfic from Hadestown! After you posted the fic, I wanted to wait a bit before asking for a possible continuation of it based on the song Papers (“You’re not from around here, son…”) from the same musical where Dark finds out the D/A with Mark and he finds out about their deal. Would you want to write something like that?”

I'm so so so sorry this took so long but I love that you keep requesting Hadestown songs bc I love the music. I just have to actually get around to listening to the entire soundtrack at some point lol

Also, this one is laid out a little bit differently than my usual songfics. Basically instead of having the lyrics break up certain paragraphs and stuff, I interlaced them with the dialogue (and some of the "narration" 👀)

Warnings: Actor is an asshole but like we been knew, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

Word Count: 1337 (oh my god I wish this was a lie how tf did I manage that)

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Stage crew dashed to and fro, positioning props to perfection and preparing the set for filming. It was a hive of activity. One person frantically ran around trying to give the right coffee to the right performers. Another brushed makeup on Mark’s cheeks and forehead. You even spied two sneaking off together. Even after so long, it still all made your head spin.

How long had it been since you were set free? Since you made that deal? Everything all felt like a blur.

Mark had indeed taken you to dinner, but it wasn’t exactly what you expected. By the end of your ‘performance’, you were agreeing to a fake proposal and being dragged deeper into the acting world. He promised to show you the ropes; take you under his wing. Perhaps that’s why he came up with another production: A heist.

You felt out of place navigating your ‘lines’ and actions around actors built to play their roles. These people were professionals, passionate about their jobs and what they’ve been hired to do. You were being suffocated in a situation you couldn’t get out of.

“You remember your lines?” You opened your mouth, but Mark cut you off with an arrogant laugh. You didn’t have any lines. Not spoken ones, anyway. “That’s the spirit! Just follow me and make sure you don’t mess this up. We’re behind schedule on filming enough without you-”

“Quiet on set!”

Mark grumbled as he was cut off by the director. The small bit of satisfaction you felt was quickly washed away with one of his signature grins. He straightened his hair back and prepared himself to act. He really did live for this.

“Alright, aaaaand ACTION!”

Mark pumped his fists excitedly. “Yes! Okay! Awesome! All right, okay. This is gonna be great! And don’t you worry about a thing because our watches are still synchronized, which means that…”

Your mind zoned out as you listened to him go on and on. He loved giving himself long paragraphs to recite. Maybe it was just to show off how brilliant he was. You followed your queue, turning away so Mark could be dragged away and eaten or killed or whatever. You turned back and, yup, there was his flashlight. You looked down the hall he was supposed to go down and-

Wait. This wasn’t in the script.

“Uhm, Mark?”

Your voice echoed in the darkness. There was no more set. There was no more crew. This darkness looked too familiar; too similar to the mirror you were stuck in. But there was no going back.

Lining the walls of the hallway were portraits. It only took a moment to remember who each face belonged to. The chef. The butler. The detective… William. A deep chill ran down your spine, joining the heavy emotions resting at the bottom of your stomach.

All of them were there. You remember the butler, crying over that mess in the cellar. The chef, who threatened you every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Abe, your partner in solving the murder. And William. Your murderer. A pink moustache was crudely painted over his portrait, and nothing in your memories could answer why. But you remembered falling over the banister. The way he reached out to grab you. And then waking up… And…

The final portrait at the end of the hall was of Mark, back when everyone was alive. Back when the only worries you had involved poker and drinking. The paint flaked away and fell to the floor, disintegrating into ash.

“It’s… good to see you, old friend.”

That voice…

You turned to its source. A man in a white suit, rimmed with red and blue. His skin was grey. All of him was grey. Yet even through the strange aura surrounding him, you knew. You knew exactly who this was.

“Damien?”

A blue afterimage of himself glitched to the side at the sound of his name. It was gone as soon as it appeared. His lips formed a tight grin. “I don’t go by that name any more.” The strain in his voice, in his entire body, softened as he fully took you in. “It’s been so long, my dear district attorney. I was so worried about you.”

“I don’t go by that name anymore,” you repeated back to him. Your emotions were laid out on your sleeve. Your face contorted with confusion and sadness and longing and betrayal. You were angry, but you wanted to run into his arms. You were so sad, you missed him so much, but you wanted to stand your ground. You took in a shaky breath. “Why didn’t you come back for me?”

“I did,” he stated. “I did come back for you.”

You shook your head. “No, you didn’t. You left me in the mirror. You stole my body. You left me there for years, Damien.” He flinched at the name, but said nothing. “You have no idea the hell I went through, waiting for you to come back for me.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” he began. He stepped forward, hand outstretched carefully, as if he carried an olive branch. “Let me free you now from Mark’s silly games. You can stop running around in endless circles, making choices that mean nothing. You can be free from the hell he’s putting you through - be truly free, once and for all.”

You frowned at the poor, naive entity before you. “You have no idea, do you?”

A frown took over his own hopeful expression. “What-”

“There you are!” A voice, energetic and irritated, split the darkness. You didn’t need to turn to feel the man’s presence behind you, glaring daggers over your shoulder at not-Damien who did so right back. “What are you doing here?”

Dark’s entire form tensed up. His hands found their place behind his back. Glitches and afterimages shot out from his body. “I’m here to free them,” he growled.

Mark’s laugh, as cocky as ever but laced with menace, sounded next to your ear. You nearly cringed away from it. “Who do you think you are?” Even his voice was interwoven with incredulity. “They couldn’t go anywhere even if they wanted to.”

You turned and placed a firm hand on Mark’s chest. “Stop.” It was weak, pleading. If anything, he was spurred on more by your weakness.

“Stay out of this, dear attorney” he mocked, “the adults are talking.”

The entity snarled, egged on by Mark’s dismissal. “I’m not going back alone,” he threatened. “I came to take them home, and I fully intend to.”

Another raucous laugh. “Oh, you don’t know?” Cold eyes full of amusement looked down at you, as they always have and always would. You avoided his gaze. Another pair of eyes stared at your back, waiting for answers you wished to avoid giving. “When you abandoned them, I gave them a deal to get them out. You weren’t coming back around any time soon to free them, were you?”

Dark grit his teeth.

“They signed the deal themself,” he sing-songed.

“You’re lying.”

“And now,” he spun you back around to face your old friend, arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you close, “they belong to me.”

“It isn’t true.” Dark eyes met yours, pleading for a different answer, for a different truth. He came back to rescue you; free you from the world Mark trapped you in. But, after all this time, it was still his fault you were here. “What he said-”

“I did,” you cut him off. Your voice was thick. Your eyes burned. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I do.”

Mark’s sickening grin appeared right over your shoulder, his face pressed right next to yours. You visibly flinched, and oh how Dark longed to rip you away from that son of a bitch. But his feet were glued to the spot. His shoes were filled with lead.

“Now,” the actor began, “go back to where you came from.”

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lesser-mook · 9 months

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The Spot. Underutilized, but one of the better parts of the movie. The movie? A fucking mess. (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Gimmick)

Dude was underused, this movie has one of the sloppiest scripts I've ever had to see in footage form.

This is like us getting the Wakanda battle BUT in Avengers 4 and everything in-between was an irrelevant side-plots, halting the actual story with the villain.

Just bad storytelling across the board. Spider-Man 3 had more coherent storytelling, and that was also doing too much.

The movie wasted so much time trying to convince us how special Miles is with that clusterfuck Spider-Society bullshit, it completely forgot about Spot until suddenly the script reminded us he was a thing.

How tf is he supposed to find someone he doesn't even know? Fuuuuck if i know. Magic spot powers i guess.

Gwen's story: That shit right there is what the movie should've exploited more, Gwen & her life, so much artistic care, visual storytelling, and good pacing. Starting off the movie with her better subplot, almost as if the writers were trying to say this movie should've been hers to begin with:

And they are RIGHT. I don't like cheap knockoffs, but this movie sold Gwen for me. Miles can go choke himself.

This right here is what the movie needed more of, focused character driven storytelling:

I'm not one of those (now kiss) shippers, where the peak of bonding or the seal of a couple is kissing 24/7, grew out of that shit way back when, yeeears ago.

To those who don't know, yet, or otherwise: 90% of a relationship is TALKING. That's where the justification to stay or break up comes from. You're not fucking, and kissing 24/7, not possible.

Talking, arguments, compromise, boundaries, respect, is what makes or breaks a ship IRL or fiction.

So this scene, is how you make a solid foundation for a couple.

Into the Spider-Gimmick? Not it.

They didn't have much of a relationship in the previous movie, so HER being that into Miles didn't make sense to me, read like a middle piece was missing:

But we’re here now, ok fine, the scene was good, music, pacing, dialogue, voice actors. The upside down setting fucked me up a little (vertigo) but what they talked actually about, was personal. It’s their moment.

Then they gradually betray that progress with the (Miles victimization arc) where everyone is riding him, because he's special boy.

Out of a multiverse of Spider-peeps, he's the center of attention. (subtle)

She voted against him in the last movie, she doesn't stick up for him this time when it counts..

WHY am I supposed to buy them as a couple when she isn't riding FOR him when it matters?

Why have such a good scene to then fuck it over.

Them wanting to make Miles the center of attention betrayed Gwen & Miles' momentum as a couple.

Cause her escaping with him or Miles having help would've actually made his somehow escaping a million, more experienced Spider-People + SPIDER-GOKU: make more sense.

This was the movie to cement them as a legit duo, cause the last movie was barely scraps.

With one movie left after this one, Across The Spider-Mess was the movie to sell them. Because really? Considering the timeline. What relationship do they even have?

It's Ochako & Deku all over again, Lois-chan and Clark-Kun.

This modern trend where wholesome shit & contrived drama is used to compensate for actual progress. Why?

Because committing to it requires writers/people to step out their comfort zone.

People LOVE to tease the audience with romance, otherwise committing to a couple in canon, acting like a couple, talking like one, interacting like one, writing one: Requires actual effort, a step up.

Teasing does not. Teasing & wholesome bait+ Backtracking = Red flags that you don't have the chops to commit to what you're dangling in front of people in the first place.

Writers want to have their cake & eat it too. 24/7, and it drives me nuts.

I'm no master literary artist, but jfc, I know what shit smells like and I know what gold looks like. (I say this all the times)

STOP teasing, if you're not going to do anything with it.

Cause after they become a couple, lesbian, gay, straight, doesn't matter- some/ a lot writers feel as if, the potential ends when characters get together officially. Like their story is done or held back because they have someone.

Female characters' major contributions to the plot cease when they get married, especially in anime.

Its insane. Your life, potential, and story doesn't end because you went steady.

Some writers fearing commitment to couples, especially in cartoons is a consistent cliche I've noticed.

If that's how you feel, then don't tease it in the first place.

Anyways, (tangent over)

We needed less of that (Miles Matters) bullshit.

If you gotta try that hard to validate one goddamn character, then the character is ass. Plain and simple.

Then using Miguel to say to his face that he shouldn't or wasn't "supposed" to be Spider-Man, Ha, way to gaslight my dear writers.

Anyone (that isn't a racist) with an ACTUAL reason to criticize Miles will bring up how fucking boring he is, how most of his villains are takeout box versions of Parkers or STRAIGHT UP Parkers villains. Bendis set up Miles to replace Ultimate Peter but Morales was so uninspired they had to shove him in the main 616 WITH a Parker that's still alive cause he couldn't stand on his own two feet.

Dude is deadass Supertoken/Supergirl, Kara Bore-EL, just black.

They have tons of stories trying to make them relatable and shit.

("Straight Out of Brooklyn"/"Supergirl being Super" are not bad books, they're vanilla as fuck. Boring as shit. Lite re-treads of better told stories with the originals. Kara BORE-EL/Mid Morales are boring, low-tier. OC level mid.)

And the few unique takes they do have they undo:

(Supergirl Being Super) is basically the first season Smallville. Just go watch the show bruv.

Nothing unique of their own, and everything they manage to cultivate exists in the shadow of a better character. It's not "Inspiration", it's called (Creative Bankruptcy), Redundancy, IRRELEVANT.

The only reason I will continue to press them, is despite their mediocrity, their companies KEEP REWARDING them with adaptations. anyway?! So no matter what, they get to succeed but better characters that nobody knows about sink into obscurity.

WHAT?!

Again, (Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Superboy Prime, John Stewart) are what happens when you experiment with the formula, and venture outside the safezone.

X-23 is how you make a spin-off, a knockoff with intrigue.

Having the main character's mother basically say "If they don't accept you, come home", which the second act of the movie is just Miles being persecuted as a meta commentary on people who dared to dislike the affirmative action Spider-Man, combined with Miguels very odd rant about his being Spider-Man is somehow a cosmic error or some shit: (subtle btw)

- is 300% OVERCOMPENSATING.

Yes, there are people who don't like Morales. Get over it, holy mother of Christ. 2 hours of this shit man.

And the tragic part? I didn't want to dislike this shit, I went into this movie excited for what they'll do (FOR) Miles, and what I got was a propaganda film littered with member-berries:

As the intro-credits rolled I said "Alright, finally!" (Cause I waited before seeing it. I repeat, actually wanted to see this shit. *Trivia*-- Spider-Man is my first fav Superhero.)

When It ended, I said "That was a fucking mess."

And went the fuck to sleep.

You had one job, sell the character to sell me the movie.

You sold me on Gwen, but she's not the center of the posters, Miles is. You failed Miles. You had one fuckin job.

And instead you gaslighted people who MIGHT not like Miles, instead of giving them a reason to like the bastard or see him as his own entity in the first place.

Like an original villain specifically for Miles, new to Marvel History, unique to the movie, no you take one of Peters, because what else is Miles good for but eating Peter Parkers leftovers.

DC managed to breakoff like what? 4-5 different Robins, most took on the mantle of Batman but all have their own mantles.

Why is it so difficult for Marvel to get Miles an ounce of intrigue without being weird about it.

But insist on pushing him sooooooooooooooo hard like he's peak? Again, which is the main reason why I harp on it. Their insistence on making him the new thing.

If he got the same level of medium exposure as the rest, fine, I'd make one post and leave him alone.

But he's one of the newer Spiders, barely has a legacy, but he for some reason (and we all know why) gets all this special treatment.

Gwen, Miguel and Spot were the best thing in the movie.

Cute moment, one of things I like about the movie this little sequence, yet I can't believe they made our girl Mayday a gd baby.

This movie was trying to be too many things at once, and failing to execute most of it. Across The Spider-Mess.

Goldmine resources wasted on bum scripts, could've made a solid, isolated, self-contained movie that leaves a door open for more potential (Infinity War) but was released was a pretentious shill piece, that waited until the last min to actually start telling a story after they were done stroking it's main character.

Then a cliffhanger. Wtf?

100% unnecessary attempt at justifying Morales.

Sometimes the people who criticize the most, have a reason, will list the reasons in plain English, and more importantly want to be proven wrong with just a good story.

Anyone sane doesn't get out of bed wanting to hate something, but if shit stinks and people saying it instead smells like Febreeze, yeah SOMEBODY's gotta say it.

Music was good, very good.

Prowler Miles was dope (ofc he's got more screen presence than actual Miles, who is a gd bum), Prowler Miles is exactly the kind of energy he shoulda been on. He inherits his Uncle's mantle, fits so much better for him than being a DLC Spider-

This video spoiled him for me, but it's a dope video. Watched the shit on loop for a good couple of hours, good to draw or chill to.

The individual animation styles for certain Spider-people looked cool. The animators definitely deserve an award or something. I couldn't imagine working on something like this, 2 hours of footage, so much goddamn crunch and grind. Kudos.

Mess of a movie but it's production is there, I recommend the Gwen portions of the movie, that's a better movie trying to break out of this cluster fuck. So the first 20 min of the film, then 50 min mark when she talks about her issues with her pops., & around 1:52:17 is her situation getting wrapped up. HerStory.

Which what I cared about, because you notice, how hard the movie was simping for Morales, and it made a guy who slightly disliked Miles to downright not taking him seriously, at all now.

In contrast to Gwen, she was sold for me because the movie wasn't going out of it's way to validate her and justify her.

The movie wasn't shoving her down my throat or telling me what to think. It told a story with meaning, not a message, not an agenda.

Her first few sequences is her falling out with her band, awkward scene but in a good way, it shows her not having it all together emotionally, she's struggling.

And has nobody to talk to about it. Reminds me of PTSD or anxiety, namely in Vets. Cause who could you talk to about a not-so-normal experience relating to combat or someone dying, something most civilians could never try to relate to? But another Soldier or someone with a similar trauma.

Gwen was a lot more vulnerable here, that's why she translated better. This really should've been her movie. Or at least half of it.

#across the spiderverse #into the spider gimmick #mid morales #token morales #the spot #miguel o'hara #Youtube

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honeytonedhottie · 2 months

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I joined alot of grps and made online friends and now I regret. They always made me feel bad. I was friends with some kpop stans too. They attacked me when I said that I didn't like the same song as they did . They all attacked. Even a 27 yr old women attacked me and shamed for so. Why are kpop stans like this ? 😭most of the time its army and blinks ngl.There was some girl I used to talk to online friend I thought she was my friend only to realize that she was using me as an option . One day when I got into some drama and shared that with her FIRST but she behaved like she didn't understand . But when others in the grp were saying sh*t against all of a sudden she understood everything thwy said and started being angry at me. Even twisted my words and things I told her earlier. Uk why she came back and apologized ? When all her friends left her and she probably had fight with her bffs. Also when she got her friends back she would start ignoring my messages or not reply at all like she used to .

Again one more girl she was kind first but one day we had some misunderstanding .I apologized and cleared it to her as well. I even asked if it affected our friendship and she denied . But I noticed how rude and mean she became. As I said some people attacked me when I didn't like the same music as they did an she was one of those. When I shared how one actor's own wife didn't like her husband own movies doesn't mean she hates him . This girl started saying dumb stuff like " u are comparing the people u love with being an army "🗿💀 tf this doesn't even make sense tbh. Army are fans of bts and they love bts too . What was she trying to say ? Why did all got mad at me for not liking 1 song 💀💀😭😭😭😭😭😭 and made me awful for not liking it. This girl wouldn't stop saying rude stuff , she would nitpick stuff like me sharing or even just talking about stuff and saying how they all were tired of if. When the thing is the things she mentioned those people in grp were tired of , the fight fidnt even happen coz of that. She was saying really rude stuff and being mad at me. She wouldn't understand my pov and if I would try to explain myself she would be like why are you repeating yourself I mean girl ?? 💀💀Btw while I was texting her I was outside somewhere and I fell down from stairs 💀😭cuz I got zoned out when she said awful things to me. I was like " am I really that bad ?? " She attacked me. I really feel that she was just a bitch pretending to be nice at first but then she showed how toxic she was. She was online friend too.

I wonder why i didn't take stand for myself at that time 😭😭😭😭😭and listened to her rude words. They attacked me for no reason _Also last but not the least one day a girl got mad at me when I shared a video of lizzo on my story , a girl shared the same video on grouo chat . Lizzo made some unnecessary comments and I just wrote WTF LIZZO. THIS GIRL THOIGHT THAT I WAS TRYING TO PICK FIGHTS WITH HER ??? I MEANN LIKEE WHAT 😭😭😭 it wasn't even against her . It was against lizzo making disgusting comments .

These online people made me feel so bad. Alot of drama happened similar like this this is just 3% 😭I really want to know ur opinion and advice on these people and how yo deal with these ..sorry for spamming too 😭😭😭

WOW 🥹 hi anonie, my input is this ;

ppl who feel threatened by or dont let u have an individual opinion are red flags. U ARE ENTITLED TO UR OWN OPINION. anyone who disagrees or tries to shame u for it can kick rocks 💀. protect ur peace, drop them cuz they aren't good friends, and listen to music that u like 💗

#advice #honeytonedhottie⭐️#ask🌸

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(⁠ノ⁠｀⁠⌒⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠┫⁠：⁠・⁠┻⁠┻

This is gonna be a LONG Fuck Coworkers! Short n Sweet: My Head manager is a walking plague and my co-manager is a fuckin child.

This all kicks off because my headmanager keeps getting sick and for the life of him WON'T. STAY. HOME. So he comes in, gets everyone else sick and whenever someone tell them that they're sick we get the same 'Well I'M sick and I'm working.' LIKE!!! WE WOULDN'T BE SICK IF YOU'D STAY YOUR ASS AT HOME. THEN! I have to keep coming in and cleaning after my co Manager's messes, you tell him to do 1(one) goddamn thing (sweep, take out the garbage, ANYTHING) and they fuckin zone out on cloud 9 doing nothing but watching videos and playing music in the breakroom. They do absolutely fuckin nothing, they actively saw that the garbage can had NO BAG in it and just kept deciding to toss trash in it. And it never fails that they ALWAYS have an excuse or something ALWAYS happens while on their shift that they absolutely CAN. NOT. do anything productive. Im constantly picking up trash and trying to get the store ready and at least LOOKING less like a tornado hits it every fuckin day. I can bring myself to think about how this will roll over in holiday season, especially Christmas. I'd loath to think about this store on Christmas. I can't keep doing this, im gonna have a breakdown. You're both grown ass adults, yet you can't CLEAN WHERE YOU EAT? YOU CAN'T JUST PICK UP A FUCKIN BOX THAT YOU PUT THERE? YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING? ANYTHING AT ALL? AND THEN THE OTHER ONE IS CONSTANTLY COUGHING UP A FUCKIN LUNG AND IS ALL 'I still come to work' YOU SHOULDN'T, YOU STUPID BITCH. STAY TF AT HOME. I CAN'T EVEN STAY HEALTHY FOR A FUCKIN WEEK BECAUSE OF YOU. I'VE BEEN SICK CONSTANTLY BECAUSE OF YOU. I'M TIRED, MY BONES HURT, MY HEAD HURTS, IM TIRED. IM GOING TO BEAT ALL OF YOU WITH A FUCKIN LADDER. I HATE THIS PLACE. I'M NOT YOUR PARENTS, IM NOT YOUR S/O, IM NOT EVEN YOUR FRIEND. YOU'RE ASSOCIATES AT BEST AND FUCKIN HATED AND ALL AND ANY TIME. I HOPE YOU BOTH CROKE

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inkushel29 · 5 months

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my opps (in order)

my art skills

dead ends on flash archiving

Pen Frens

Zeebarf

my 5:20 alarm clock every weekday morning

school

myself

femboys & traps (sorry some of y'all are weird)

twinks (except Orderly)

people who spam my messages with videos (except one mutual because I'm chill w/ them)

anatomy

getting started on a drawing

bara (male muscle proportions exceeded to inhuman and horrifying standards)

the NSFW art community

Canihavepromo aka Lottie (I hope she gets deplatformed fr)

any problematic interest artist/animator I really don't like

Stamper

people who perceive lesbians in THAT way (screw y'all)

BL Yaoi Manhwas

fujoshis

proshippers (or comshippers i have no fucking idea)

finding 0 fanart of shit I like (Ballads of Reemus & etc.)

Alphazekko getting cancelled for no reason

my right ear ringing for no reason

MHA fandom

my antisocial ass

my broken bed

scenecore aesthetic and its music

instagram reel comment sections

my autistic ass for making my weirdass posts

Sia

Zeebarf for being in the NFT community

NFTs & AI

down bad mfs in comment sections

tumblr p0rn bots

my goofy ass being scared of showers

Calobi Productions

TikTok

Alex Emery's Wizard Hunt part 3 not being made

Queers of War for disappointing and traumatizing me

procrastination

the anime community in general

animating

myself trying to animate on flash cs6 but failing

Spazkid for drawing underage sonic characters and not finishing Nightmare Cops

my chronically online ass

Ipad kids

skibidi toilet (I still meme it)

my forgetful ass

finding out a person I like is an absolute piece of shit

myself again

vent people (sorry)

cutecore aesthetic

Roblox (i still play it tho)

sketchers united/pop jam kids

shitty clickbait youtube thumbnails

youtube kids

rule 34 content on youtube

content farm videos on youtube

Youtube (i still watch it)

myself again for making this list too goddamn long when it didn't need to be

uhhhhhh

the Pokemon community

people using the Pixar Mom term in the wrong way (a lot)

Discord

having to sleep early because my parents tell me to

people who harass others for no reason

Miguel O'Hara stans

myself for forgetting to start/finish shit (not school related)

my fatass self

BookTok/White woman who are obsessed with dark romance books

bad Webtoons

those AI disney mockup posters

MCYT fandom

Countryhumans fandom

TikTok art community

Twitter art community

almost any art community that's shit

l0lic0ns & sh0tac0ns (PLEASE FUCK OFF.)

this list for being too long

Nitrile & his weirdass tr@p obsession (he collaborated with Shadman and drew Mandy from Billy & Mandy as a femboy in a very suggestive way. And sometimes drew femboys that looked like children. So yeah fuck him.)

Shadman (OBVIOUSLY)

Zone for ruining The Modifyers and any cartoon in general (they got away with sexualizing minors so idk how y'all looked past that)

Jaystation

my goofy ass for staying up too late

humanizations of non-human characters being skinny white cis young anime boys

my goofy ass for being unoriginal

my goofy ass for still writing on this dang list

Gross people on Spacehey who ruin everything

FNF fandom (kind of)

FNF creepypasta mods (Sonic.exe)

Twitter/X in general

my little brother when he has a tantrum

night terrors

Astrology girls

people who use their autism/disability for a defense mechanism/excuse for when they get called out for something bad they've done

Stamper again (how tf can you be racist and fetishize WOC at the same time nevertheless you're still racist fuck you)

A Small Favor not getting it's chapter 3/final chapter and the story getting reimagined instead of finished

family vlog channels

people who hurt animals for clout

captioning my youtube videos by myself

editing my videos bc its hard

people doing stupid shit for clout in general

MojoMontebon's character Trixie (I don't like her she scares me)

finding out an artist I like is an absolute piece of shit

people who hate selfship/ oc x canon artists (leave em alone theyre just doing what makes them happy)

Your Boyfriend Game

YBG Fandom

the creator of Your Boyfriend Game

redesign vids where the final redesign is actually shit

false allegations

Apphumans community

Deviantart

Fetish artists

ok I think that's it thanks for reading I added WAY too much on this list.

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icannotgetoverbirds · 1 year

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sick playlist i just found

youtube

trigger warning: it's supposed to be folk punk so it talks about current events and politics and whatnot

idk who tf op is but it's been so fucking long since i've been able to go out of my comfort zone to find new music and this playlist not only makes it so much easier by compiling by genre but like. as someone who's only just realizing just how sheltered and assimilated he was growing up, never having the time to explore musical media outside of whatever was Good And Holy™ or popular amongst white suburban mormons and republicans in general?

this is a huge fucking mental health boost. i feel heard i feel seen i feel loved and cared for. this playlist tucked my heart into bed and gave it a little kiss on the forehead and I'm not even five songs in and. y'all im fuckin homeless but this place, these people, this music? I have never felt less alone.

i have never heard music that feels like this. dgmw some of the stuff i grew up with was good (everybody can appreciate some good queen music) but this feels different. i feel so fuckin seen. go check out this playlist y'all

#byrd chirps #byrd's business #tw homelessness #and in this moment i want to thank my mood stabilizer #folk punk #music recs please #playlist #the 'byrd's business' tag is for the mention of homelessness #Youtube

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str8aura-no-not-that-one · 5 months

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I would like to recommend an album for the sole fact that the first third of it is a narrative about transformation. "Murder of the Universe" has the first story centre around the Altered Beast, I was giving it a listen recently and thought it was something you may enjoy the narrative aspect of.

Ill admit, while this is my first experience with King Gizzard, ive been around the block a few times and nowhere from what ive heard did i begin to anticipate they might have an affinity in adapting Sega Genesis videogames into albums.

Because of that, I'm unfamiliar with the greater Gizzard Universe, and needed a bit of clarification from Genius on some parts. That being said, I very much enjoy the music and the narrative it seeks to tell, even if to a layman, it seems very much anthological. Obviously I enjoyed Part 1 and the Altered Beast best, although I recognize Part 2 and the Lightning Lord as the much more technically impressive part. Once I realized the album was trisected, I considered turning it off now that I had gotten what I had came for, but stuck with it out of respect and curiosity.

it could be that i dont typically listen to rock operas, but parts do seem to drag on for a long time. I know, calling prog rock long is like calling the sun bright, but i enjoy the length of albums like Dark Side or Lamb Lies Down on Broadway because they're slow and transcendant and give me time to zone out. When an album like Murder wants to keep a tense atmosphere, it keeps said atmosphere going across 8+ tracks, and eventually i get bored of hearing the same riff. Really, there were no slow parts in this album.

I appreciate the Altered Beast narrative for what it is, the the constant flip flops between perspectives before they eventually blur into one. It achieved what it set out for and complemented it with some nice descriptions, which are always the best parts of tf of course. From an artistic standpoint, it was very impressive, if slightly generic.

I wasn't a particular fan of the spoken word narration. The actual singing consisted of very basic rhyme, which was frequently evocative, but too short and sparse to ever allow me a chance to get into it. Sung narration with that same style of evocative language, and a good metal scream or too would have greatly increased my enjoyment.

And the AI voice narration... Whoof. Nobody could have seen what would become of AI voices, and I'm sure they only did it to make their character sound properly inhuman, but this time it's simply a victim of time and happenstance.

But for good things to say about part 3, the association of humanity with the revolting act of vomiting fucking slaps. I hate to self-fellate, but i wrote a fic a while back about a transhumanist who wished to make himself feel disgusted to tie himself to his old flesh body (which is so far removed from MLP canon im sure ill just deponify it at some point and release it as a short story), and i still love the idea that the imperfect and wretched parts of our biology are what make us people. The ending track might as well make up for every criticism I had previously about the album. It's fucking perfect, and it's not even what i came for.

7/10 no notes

#music #king gizzard and the lizard wizard

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