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This tired old machine is a-rumbling
Oh my, oh my
Singing songs to the secrets behind my eye
Oh my, oh my
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BNHA characters as The Crane Wives songs
Bakugou Katsuki
Song: 'Take Me To War'
Some specific lyrics:
1. "I've earned myself a reputation that my bark is much bigger than my bite"
2. "All of the fire l've swallowed, all of the sparks that went dark in my gut"
3. "I'll be the sweetest thing to ever scare you"
4. "Give me a fight I can't resist, give me something to break with my fists"
Midoriya Izuku
Song: 'Empty Page'
Lyrics: honestly the whole song, mostly:
1. "Every thought that I'd ever had could be ripped from a magazine"
2. "Cut me a path and I will follow it, draw me a line and I'll avoid it"
3. "l am an empty page, I am a sheet to paint, I am a light that's burning out"
4. "Years of imitating mastery only made me a better me"
Shinsou Hitoshi (mostly fanon tbh)
Song: 'Easier'
Lyrics:
1. "The only peace I have ever known is the peace I've made with you"
2. "And if I were someone else would this be easier?"
3. "I learned to take, I learned to keep"
4. "Please tell me someday I'll at least be able to sleep"
5. "I'm at a loss for better plans, cus this is all that I have"
Dabi | Todoroki Touya
Song: 'Curses'
"There a fire in my brain and I'm burning up"
"Every word I say is kindling, but the smoke clears when you're here"
"This house says my name like an elegy, echoing where my ghosts all used to be"
"Ashes ashes, dust to dust, the devil's after both of us, the devil's after both of us"
"Lay my curses out to rest, make a mercy out of me"
"Ashes ashes, dust to dust, tell me I am good enough"
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ayilings · 4 months
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lay my curses out to rest—
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starjammin · 8 months
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Won’t you stay with me, my darling?
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peachducy · 7 months
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ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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i love you messy vocals, i love you whining into the mic, i love you moaning into the mic, i love you soft voice cracks, i love you loud voice cracks, i love you messy vocals, i love you desperate and frustuated singers, i love you sincerity, i love you sighs, i love you wails, i love you deep lyrics, i love you messy and heartbroken lyrics, i love you crying into the mic, i love you working out emotions and crisis through song, i love you yearning, i love you lost innocence, i love you i love you i love you
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ezramatis · 4 months
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benji is tongues and teeth and silas is curses no i will not elaborate
edit: nick is little soldiers and daphne is ribs
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white-bow-tie · 7 months
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aaand together. there was no plan in making this post or uniting them on one canvas but I just felt like that was needed thank you both [🎶] Napoleon \ Illya
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rui-nova · 2 months
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Empty Page, The Crane Wives
Screenshots from https://kissthemgoodbye.net
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bloomenvogel · 7 months
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Curses
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Its been a long time since Ive rendered quq
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Dedicated to @elevenmonsterart for helping me with the pose! I dont think i wouldve gone through this the illustration if it were not for your help :DD
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ghouljams · 9 months
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I’m BEGGING can we meet Luck???
I need to see the dynamic between them and Gaz. I’m also desperate to see what being Price’s second entails.
Luck is a tricky thing. In a single lifetime a human may have a few truly lucky breaks, things they'd call miracles, but it's limited to one or two crucial moments. Luck is something the higher ups dole out sparingly, weighing their miracles against the greater order of things. Skill is what keeps soldiers alive long enough to earn a demon, not luck. So it's not luck that soldiers need. 
Still you always get assignments, soldiers to keep track of, just in case they do something of note. You watch Kyle Garrick fall out of a helicopter and witness a truly spectacular moment of luck. The sort of luck that's only reserved for soul mates and cancer survivors. You watch him survive the fall and not miss a beat in finishing his mission, and you feel your black heart beat a little faster. The powers that be must think whatever he's doing is important. Important enough to spend his luck on. 
You push another dose of luck his way, just to make sure he doesn't get shot while he's hanging from the helo. When he's finally safe and upright again your heart is pounding, fingers dug into the shadows as you listen to his breathing and decide this can't be his only lucky break. It just can't be. He deserves better than just survival. Protocol dictates that once the extraordinary luck is gone you’re not supposed to keep tabs anymore, but you can’t help hanging around Gaz.
Something in his smile when he tells the story, the bells in his laughter, the sun that shines from him, you can’t leave him. Every word from his lips is kindling on your fire. His dedication to the cause, the firm conviction in his heart, color every tone and action. 
You feed your luck to him in bite sized pieces: guessing passwords on the first try, finding safe combinations when he searches for them, an extra bullet in his chamber when he needs it. He laughs with his captain about a lucky streak and you glow with pride. That’s me, you think, your heart beating fast and eager against your ribs.
He’s not in the running for demonic intervention, maybe angelic if he does something truly magnificently good, but he doesn’t tick any of the boxes. Still holding onto his humanity too tightly, years away from the number of kills he’d need, and not a true enough believer to try summoning anything. That doesn’t stop you from looking for ways to get to him. Generally demons tend to do as they like, but you can’t just attach yourself to someone without intervention. Someone has to sign off on it. Especially when you’re giving out unapproved stores of luck to a soldier that hasn’t captured any demon’s heart but yours. 
Your stomach drops watching Gaz push his captain out of the way as an IED goes off next to them. He’s blown across the room, hitting a wall and collapsing on the ground. He still has plenty of luck, you can’t- he shouldn’t have. Your fingers shake, thinking of your higher ups catching on to your affections. Fuck.
You direct the blood that pours from his wound to trace into the sigils you need. As close to a miracle as you can provide him. The circle closes and rips you into the physical plane. You crouch next to him, hands hovering over a man you’d only been watching until this point. What do you do? How do you help?
Gaz groans, coming back to consciousness. “Don’t move,” You whisper to him, pushing the ringing from his ears. “Don’t move,” You repeat it like a prayer, for your own benefit. You move to examine the source of the blood, the shrapnel embedded in his back and leg. Nasty jagged pieces of metal and debris. You hear the pained grunts of his captain nearby, but they do nothing to draw your attention. You swallow thickly, and place a hand on Gaz’s back to hold him still. Your other hand grips the metal in his back. 
It’s lucky, you tell yourself pulling the metal free, that it missed his spine and anything vital. You toss the metal sharp and press your hands against the wound. It’s lucky it isn’t bleeding too much. You reach into one of the pockets on Gaz’s tac vest and pull a tourniquet free. 
You shift your attention to his leg, slip the tourniquet around his thigh and tighten it. Your fingers working fast to give the debris in his leg the same treatment, Lucky it missed a major artery, lucky he won’t lose the leg, lucky you got the bleeding under control in time. You’re shaking like a leaf when you finally feel like your soldier isn’t going to die.
He’s watching you when you finally, actually, look at him, his chest heaving and his eyes wide. “Who-” He starts, before the pain of his injuries stops him and he gives a wincing grunt. You don’t look like a soldier, you know you don’t. You feel as out of place as you’re sure you look, but you’ve come too far now. 
“I want to make a deal,” you tell him quickly, scooting to sit closer to him. You lean close so he can see you, and because talking is hard with holes in you.
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Price groans, pushing himself up from the rubble. He’s getting too old for this shit. Everything hurts, but nothing seems to be broken. He’ll thank Gaz for getting him out of the way later. Gaz.
He looks around the settling dust, and spots him laying still on the ground, blood pooling around him. His stomach drops. Is he moving? Did he take the brunt of that blast? Price dusts himself off, grunts at the ache in his bones, and stops.
He watches some pretty little thing lean over his sergeant. Their lips move silently, a hand pressed to Gaz’s chest. Gaz says something and they smile.
“I need medical now,” Price tells his comms, “Gaz is down, we need an evac.” The demon over Gaz turns to look at him, their eyes searing red, before they melt into shadow.
“That’s going to be a problem,” A soft voice whispers in his ear.
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You perch on the edge of Gaz’s cot in the medical tent. A miracle the doctor had said. Your miracle. You don’t regret it for a second, you have your deal, you have your soldier, and you have all the luck in the world to spend on him. You broke the rules for personal gain like any good demon would and you can see no way this could possibly backfire for you.
Gaz is positively covered in bandages. All things considered he looks good, a few blood transfusions really brought his color back. You’ll do proper introductions when he’s feeling better, but for now you’re happy just to sit and talk to him. The tent flap is pulled back quick enough you don’t have time to slip back into the shadows.
“Captain,” Gaz tries to push himself up, Price raises a hand. Gaz sighs and lays back. Price is silent as he makes his way into the tent. You pull your feet up to avoid his shadow as he walks past you. Something about it makes you nervous.
“Sergeant,” Price pulls up a chair next to the cot, “We need to talk.” He waves a hand and your heart stops watching a demon step from the shadows behind him.
You are in so much trouble.
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This house says my name like an elegy
Oh my, oh my
Echoing where my ghosts all used to be
Oh my, oh my
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song-of-stardust · 24 hours
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if u dont scream the "TELL ME I AM GOOD ENOUGH" part in curses do u even feel alive bro
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the-overanalyst · 1 year
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why are all the crane wives' songs so eda clawthorne coded
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creature-premium · 3 months
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Save me canary in a coal mine symbolism, save me
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red-velvet-0w0 · 3 months
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The life series has truly ruined canaries for me. every time I think about canaries the only thing I think about is the silly failure minecraft man.
The new magnus protocol episode came out, and everytime somebody mentions the canary symbolism all that comes to mind is jimmy solidaritygaming but covered in too many eyes.
Every time I hear canary in a coal mine by the crane wives all I can imagine is jimmy doing a bad karaoke solo while waiting by his sad miserable failure self in the void for all of his friends to die too.
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