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anwenwrites · 4 years

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Justice—A Landry Oneshot

A oneshot of Landry’s thoughts as he prepares to send that fateful email to Mrs. Martinez’s family.

I don’t care if she’s supposed to be my friend. She can’t get away with this. Not this time.

Earlier today, Bryce, Jackie, Sienna, Elijah, and I told Casey that Mrs. Martinez died, and she broke down crying. The others all tried to comfort her and feed her the “You gave Mrs. Martinez enough time to live her dream” crap. Yeah, right; I’m sure her family will find that super comforting. The rest of my roommates all flocked around Casey with hugs and words of comfort, but I just stood against the wall with my arms folded. Why should I bother to comfort Casey? She brought this all on herself. She killed a patient, for God’s sake!

And yet somehow even being a patient murderer didn’t stop Casey from becoming the number one intern. Such bullshit. Casey never deserved the number one ranking. That was supposed to be me. It absolutely blows my mind that this girl even made it past her first week. She was late on the very first day! But of course some lady had to collapse in the waiting room, and Casey was at the right place at the right time. And so it happened that she got to impress Dr. Ramsey by assisting him with a hemothorax patient, which by default meant that no one gave a crap that she was late. She got herself lauded as a hero with the power of her luck alone. I, on the other hand, get up at the ass crack of dawn to show up early every day—every single fucking day—and no one gives me any credit for it.

It’s totally unfair. Casey spends all her free time parading herself around with guys, namely Bryce and Rafael. She must have thought no one noticed that she hooked up with Bryce at our housewarming party—I heard everything because I stayed up studying after all the guests left—only to flaunt Rafael right in Bryce’s face at dinner weeks later! I’d like to think that I’m not one to slut shame, but...well, you know. You’d think getting drunk at every opportunity and sleeping around like she does would cause her performance to nosedive, but somehow she’s number one. She even beat Aurora! I knew the competition would be rigged in favor of the chief’s niece. That much was to be expected. But I never in a million years would have imagined that some frivolous, drama-loving girl would snag that elusive top spot by worming her way into the great Ethan Ramsey’s approval. Is she sleeping with him? There must be some reason why he picked her to come to Miami with him. I know there was more to it than just her being number one.

I should be number one. I never slack off. I study way harder than Casey or any of my roommates. Probably even more than any of the other interns. And I don’t let girls get in the way of my progress as a doctor. Casey offered to be my wingwoman at the bar after our first day, but I said no. Sure, I was nervous about talking to the girl at the bar, but more than anything, I knew better than to trust another intern who was probably just trying to distract me so she could make a better first impression than me. And when she offered to get Dr. Ramsey to sign my book for me? Yes, I’ve had literal dreams about working with Dr. Ramsey, but I saw that as the perfect opportunity to make Casey look stupid in the hopes that Dr. Ramsey would laugh at her. She made the better first impression, even though she was late and I was early. So I had to level the playing field a little.

Unfortunately, he actually signed the book. I mean, it was cool, but still. My resentment for Casey started brewing deep inside me that very day. Why was it that she could get my idol to notice her, and I couldn’t? It was so embarrassing that I had to enlist her help to get him to sign my book, even if it was all part of my scheme.

That was when my plan changed. I knew I had to get on Casey’s good side and convince her to put in a good word for me to Dr. Ramsey. But she never did. She claimed the competition would ruin all our friendships, and was even against joining it at first, yet she couldn’t even be bothered to teach Ramsey my name. Some “friend”, I say.

She didn’t teach Ramsey my name, so the only option I had left was to tarnish hers. It was only fair. That’s why one day, when Casey wasn’t looking, I turned off her pager. Ooh, the attendings must have been furious with her! And I’ll never forget the look on Casey’s face when she started treating a patient only to discover that her chart was missing. At first this seemed to have the desired effect. Dr. Mirani’s face went beet red with anger, and he ripped Casey a new one right in front of her patient. I faked words of encouragement to her before standing back and savoring the panic in her eyes, all the while crumpling her chart into a tight ball and hiding it in my scrubs. But that plan didn’t work either; even though some interns laughed, everyone still loved Casey. Everyone who mattered, anyway. If only Dr. Ramsey had seen Casey “lose” her chart.

My next plan was to pull as many nurses as I could aside and tell them that Casey was trash talking them. All of them but Danny believed me, too. Even Jackie believed me when I said that Aurora must have been the one turning off Casey’s pager and hiding her chart! We joked about how pathetic Aurora was, and I smirked to myself as Jackie walked away grumbling about Princess Nepotism, without even the slightest inkling that I was the real culprit. So far, sabotaging a friend—I mean rival—who’s been getting all the recognition I deserve has worked pretty well for me. I guess sometimes life can be fair after all. You just have to make it fair.

From the beginning, Casey clearly had an undeserved advantage. But that was forgivable, because that could be dealt with. I could make her look bad in front of the attendings and get all the nurses to hate her. What couldn’t be forgiven, however, was Mrs. Martinez’s death. She’s gone and she can never be brought back. Mrs. Martinez is dead, all because Casey stole an unapproved drug from a pharma rec—a drug with a forty percent chance of death—and administered it to Mrs. Martinez without the hospital’s knowledge or permission. When Casey first told us of her plan, I couldn’t believe my ears. I thought she was crazy. I told her resolutely that I would have no part in this. She and all my other roommates tried to make me feel bad for telling her that what she wanted to do was wrong, but I stood my ground. She still thought that it was some kind of two-sided argument, but I knew that I was doing the right thing, both legally and morally. But Casey did the wrong thing, and now the only way to even slightly remedy the situation would be to tell Mrs. Martinez’s family exactly how she died. They deserve to know the truth.

And I have the power to give that to them.

The day after I learned what Casey was planning, I paid a visit to Mrs. Martinez myself, during which I brought her some of Sienna’s homemade cookies and one of Elijah’s comic books (both happily gave me what I asked for when I told them I wanted to treat Mrs. Martinez) and asked her to tell me all about her family. Normally I would never waste my time on such unimportant details when there are symptoms to be treated and diagnoses to be made, but Mrs. Martinez’s case was totally different: in the likely event that Casey failed and Mrs. Martinez died, the only comfort Mrs. Martinez’s family could possibly have was to know how she died. And so I politely listened as Mrs. Martinez told me all about her son Luis. Where he lived, what his job was, how special he was to her. I don’t remember a word of what she said to me, but I wrote down where he worked. Then when I got home, I stayed up all night during the longest break I had all week to track Luis down. After a harrowing search, I was just about ready to give up, when I finally found a page about the Luis Martinez on his company’s website, with his contact information at the bottom. I wrote down his email address on a little pink sticky note, which I hid carefully away in a big green textbook.

Except there’s only one problem: several minutes of digging around in my desk drawers has revealed that the big green textbook is not in any of them. I must have left it outside.

I lay an ear against my door and hear the sound of giggles on the other side. Crap. Everyone else is home now too.

I tiptoe into the main living room to find my roommates with their noses buried in their laptops. Sienna folds chocolate chips into a bowl of cookie dough while she reads. Elijah taps out the theme song of one of his favorite shows on the table. Jackie is so deeply engrossed in her own little world of focused studying that even God himself couldn’t shake her out of it if He tried.

The only one not studying is Casey. She speaks in not-so-hushed whispers into her laptop, only stopping occasionally to let Rafael respond. Her feet are propped up on the table, dangerously close to knocking over her coffee. Next to her mug is my green textbook. Of course.

Sienna hears me and looks up. “Hey, Landry!” she says cheerfully. Elijah stops

drumming on the table long enough to wave at me.

For the first time since I started formulating my plan, a strange emotion washes over me. Sadness, perhaps? This little scene of five happy roommates won’t last long after I contact Luis Martinez. The others may have been easy to fool, but Casey will surely figure out I was the one sabotaging her, and then she’ll get everyone to feel bad for her. This little roomie unit is about to meet an untimely, drama-filled death. And it’ll all be because of me.

I thought Casey and I were friends. I really did. Even when I got her to sign the book to make her look stupid. As long as she made me look good, she was a friend in my book.

But she never did. And now she’s going to lose her license and drag the rest of our roommates down with her.

But not me.

I won’t be dragged down.

There is absolutely zero reason why I should feel bad about sabotaging her.

“Uh, Landry?” Casey asks, confused. I realize I’m standing over her, one hand on top of the textbook.

“You didn’t read this, did you?” I blurt before I can think. They cannot know about that little pink sticky note.

“No…” Casey says slowly. She eyes me suspiciously. “What’s going on?”

Shit. My heart begins to race and my hands get clammy as I rack my brain for an excuse. “I just...realized I misdiagnosed a patient!” I lie, grabbing the textbook and scurrying back to my room, ignoring my roommates’ perplexed whispers.

That was too close, I think to myself as I close the door behind me and clutch the textbook to my chest. I set it on my desk and flip to page 329, where the little pink sticky note is waiting for me, all but beckoning me to finally put the information it contains to good use.

This is it. It’s time.

I snag the sticky note and flip open my fully charged laptop. I have at least ten unread emails, but they can wait. Ignoring the emails from work, I log into the fake anonymous account I’ve created just for this. Without a moment’s hesitation, I type Mr. Martinez’s address into the recipient box. Justice is about to be served.

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 4 years

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Holiday Truce - come into my parlor (said the tempter to the sinner)

Happy Holiday Truce @therealsirsticker! My apologies for the lateness in your gift, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! Your requested “goofing about Ghost Writer, Amorpho” and, somehow, that turned into this insanity! I hope you still enjoy it, though, and that I did the characters justice (I’m used to writing my own version of Ghostwriter, but for this one I tried to be a bit more generic).

Enjoy and happy holidays and new year!

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Summary: Amorpho is not one prone to rash actions, but with the knowledge that the newer ghosts have no idea of who he is, well, there’s nothing to do but break into the Observatory itself. Of course, it never hurts to have a little extra help, and Amorpho knows that the Ghostwriter would just love to get a certain keyboard of his back. Overall, Amorpho thinks it’s his most brilliant plan, yet. After all, the hardest part would be convincing Ghostwriter himself.

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Characters: Amorpho, Ghost Writer

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 3,394

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come into my parlor (said the tempter to the sinner)

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A spider web of cracks spiraled out from under the sleek, black cane that was now embedded a couple of inches into the boulder it had taken its wrath out on, a silence accompanying it that had the beginnings of fear and wariness lurking around the edges. The fear was the only thing that kept Amorpho from screaming, instead hissing out a soft, quiet, “Excuse me?”

“Yo, hey, dude, there’s no reason to get so pissed off by a simple question!” Staring down at the ghost in front of him, a new young thing with a bark louder than any bite he could possibly have, Amorpho narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. While he had never been a fan of his ‘true’ form, it was useful enough in intimidating the casual ghost. “I didn’t even do nothin’! I just asked who you were!”

“That, dear boy, is exactly the problem.” The crux of the matter, as it were, was that a ghost stood in front of Amorpho, looking at him with wary eyes that held no recognition.

The ghost stumbled a few steps back on the abandoned rock they had come to land on, the ghost having obviously been lost and Amorpho feeling in just enough of a good mood to ‘help.’ His good mood had quickly vanished when he found out that he was unknown, but… maybe that was alright. This ghost was standing, after all - standing, not floating. He had stumbled backwards. Perhaps he just hadn’t yet learned who was who.

Amorpho took a breath, pulling his cane out of the rock and giving it a little twirl, letting his voice relax into something more chipper. He would have considered smiling if he had a mouth. “My apologies for my outburst. It didn’t even occur to me that you might be new to these parts! Tell me, dear boy, how long have you been a resident of our fair Ghost Zone?”

Amorpho made sure to gesture grandly to the area around them, an empty, desolate part that was between lairs and had nothing but crushed rocks for miles in any direction. No wonder the new ghost had seemed on edge being lost in a place like the Ghost Zone.

“Uh- Yeah. Right. No problem, man. Uh, I’m not really new, I guess?” The younger was sneaking looks at him as he kept looking around as if expecting help to arrive at the last second. Shame for him that things never quite turned out like that for ghosts. “I’ve been here about five or six years?”

The drop in his mood returned between one second and the next, Amorpho gripping his cane tightly enough that the faintest sound of creaking metal could be heard. The new ghost, wisely, stayed quiet as Amorpho worked on centering himself long enough to ignore the idea to shift into something very large with countless teeth.

“Six years and yet you don’t know who I am?” Impossible. Amorpho may not have been the most powerful ghost there was, but he was known. “I simply can’t understand how that is, dear boy, when I am known by everyone here. My name is known by near every ghost that calls this place home, I am known- And not simply for those silly tricks you lot like to play on those worthless humans in Amity Park.”

Just saying the name of the place left a bad taste in his mouth considering his run-in with Amity Park’s little ghostly protector. Shrugging the unease off, Amorpho focused back in on the ghost who looked scared. Good.

“I am known from one end of this damned place to the other for my abilities.” Amorpho loved pranks and he had never been terrifying, but he knew the price of secrets - and how much they cost to others. There were perks to once being a spy in life, after all. “I am the ghost who knows every secret you neanderthals try to hide. I am the one who knows everything you did hide.”

It hadn’t even simply been that, either, but his ability to slip in and out of everywhere. “I am the only ghost who could slip in and out of Walker’s jail with ease! Never seen, never caught, never arrested, never noticed. Does all of this mean nothing to you? I am Amorpho!”

The new ghost, once scared and starting to draw in and cower, blinked as tension seemed to roll off him, straightening back out with a hesitant, “Who?” Oh, he was going to kill this little brat. “I mean… Yeah, okay, knowing stuff is kind of cool, I guess, but the jail thing isn’t that big of a deal?”

“What?!” Not that big of a deal? Not that big of a deal? Amorpho had been the only ghost who could slip messages and other ghosts in and out of jail for years! Walker still wanted to behead him!

“I mean-! C’mon, man, like, look at Phantom. The kid breaks into Walker’s jail and escapes with half the prisoners all the time. Like, I’m pretty sure it’s just a game for him at this point, right? So, like, I guess you’re cool and all, but…” The ghost shrugged, nothing about him looking frightened or wary or even startled in any way whatsoever. “It’s not that big a deal these days, I guess.”

“Not that big-” Amorpho cut himself off with a growl, physically forcing himself to not break his cane - whether by squeezing it too hard or bashing it over the idiot’s head. “I could break into anywhere I wanted and get out without ever even being seen!”

“Yeah, so can all of us. Invisibility, dude.” The ghost laughed, as if he had just told a hilarious joke, and Amorpho felt the urge to use his cane even more than before. It wasn’t like it would kill the brat. “And ‘break into?’ The only places worth breaking into are Walker’s jail, which, yeah, we just went over that one, and The Observatory, and no one goes there unless they have a death wish.”

Amorpho watched as the paranoid little thing looked around as if expecting an Observant to pop up and cart him away there and then. The young ones always were idiots, Amorpho supposed. “Look, dude, maybe you were a big deal before, but I don’t know you, okay? I just need to know how to get to one of those portal things after getting turned around.”

“A big deal once,” Amorpho repeated bitterly, the young ghost looking not one bit apologetic, instead shrugging as if it all didn’t matter one bit. Amorpho felt his temper rise.

“Look, man, if you’re not gonna help me then I’m not gonna stick around and argue with you about this, so I’ll just-” The last word was swallowed up by the sound of cracking bones, Amorpho watching green skin lighten in a way that was a near replica of blood draining away from the face in fear. Good.

“Not known, am I? Then maybe I should make my name one to be remembered.” It wasn’t a trick Amorpho used often as it was more annoying than it was worth, but he focused on shifting his natural body unnaturally, lengthening his arms and fingers until they were gross and disjointed and near dragging against the rock they were still on, back arching and twisting with the accompanying, fake, sound of cracking and shifting bones.

He pushed his form to be bigger and larger, towering over the suddenly terrified ghost before adding the clincher; a mouth filled with razor sharp ‘blood-stained’ teeth that he then gave his best roar through.

Amorpho kept the form up until the brat was long gone, screaming about mercy and Satan and oh, there was an idea. Legs with hooves would be an excellent addition if he really need to prove a point.

As soon as Amorpho was certain he was alone, he dropped the form and changed back, shuddering at the feeling of pins and needles that took over his body. His shapeshifting was elegant, of course, but there was only so much to be done when stretching and attempting to change his real body.

“‘A big deal once,’” Amorpho muttered to himself, picking back up the cane he had dropped and giving it a twirl. “What rudeness.” As if hearing about Phantom again wasn’t bad enough, Amorpho had to hear about how the newer ghosts didn’t know him at all.

Oh, Amorpho had long since solved his issues with Phantom himself, but of course it was that boy who had caused all the latest upheaval in Amorpho’s afterlife. Even in the Ghost Zone Phantom had managed to make Amorpho’s name suffer a decline in fame and recognition.

The solution was a simple one, at least. Amorpho would need to do something big. He would prove to the Ghost Zone, and that riffraff, that his name carried weight in their world; one way or another.

Pranks were one thing, of course, but Amorpho would need to do something that left the others speechless. It would need to be incredible. It would…

Amorpho looked to the direction the young ghost had run off too, feeling the smile he would have in any other body. “The Observatory, hm?”

A challenge seemed exactly what he needed, but for one this big, well. A little extra help couldn’t harm matters.

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Fingers stumbling and tripping over aged typewriter keys, Ghostwriter startled and jerked his head up to stare at the cat that had meowed loud enough to knock him out of his thoughts. Ghostwriter stared at the cat evenly, the fluffy black creature who looked alive and not at all ghostly giving another meow and puffing itself up as if to gain even more attention, as if it hadn’t just appeared on Ghostwriter’s desk in his lair in the Ghost Zone.

After a few moments letting himself be utterly confused and lost, Ghostwriter finally rallied with a valiant, “One moment, please.” Because while a living cat appearing in front of him was interesting, it wouldn’t do to leave off on an unfinished sentence.

Once Ghostwriter was certain he would know just where to pick his story back up once he came back to it, he returned his attention to the cat, flicking a scrunched up ball of paper towards the creature and frowning when the paper was immediately swatted back towards him. The cat wasn’t an illusion, then. He was halfway through wondering if the cat was an attempt to screw with him curtsey of his brother when he noticed the cat had red eyes; ghostly red eyes.

The realization must have shown on his face because the cat grinned, speaking up in an annoying voice that could break sanity instead of glass. “My dear Andrew. It has been quite a long time since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?”

“If you ask me it hasn’t been long enough,” Ghostwriter scowled as he directed his fiercest glare at the cat. “What do you want, Peyton?”

“Amorpho, if you would,” the ‘cat’ frowned, as if he hadn’t called Ghostwriter by his human name first. “As for what I want, well… Is it so hard to believe that I merely came to pay a visit to an old friend?”

“Incredibly so,” Ghostwriter snorted, standing up with enough force to almost knock his chair over before he was rounding the table towards the cat. “So, I’ll ask again. What do you want?”

Amorpho pouted as much as a cat could pout, rising to all fours and padding closer before giving a sweet purr that almost knocked Ghostwriter off guard enough to want to indulge and scratch behind the cute thing’s ears. He then remembered this was one of the banes of his existence and he felt far less guilt about grabbing one of his heavier resource books and attempting to swat the damn thing.

“Come now, Ghostwriter, there’s no need to be so rude,” Amorpho chided, nimbly dodging the attack before leaping up to rest around Ghostwriter’s shoulders, claws digging in just enough to let him know he wouldn’t be swatted off so easily. “I had a proposition of sorts for you.” At the word ‘proposition’ Ghostwriter had a furry tail flicking by and brushing the tip of his nose, deepening his scowl.

“Oh, and I suppose I should listen then? Forget it, Amorpho.” Grabbing a few of his books, as well as his current notebook, Ghostwriter stormed out of his office and towards another part of his lair. Lord knew he wasn’t going to be getting any work done with Amorpho skulking around and trying to convince him of something no doubt dangerous. “The last proposition of yours ended up with me almost having my core torn out.”

Amorpho scoffed, squirming around to no doubt hasten his approaching death by pissing Ghostwriter off further. “Dear Ghostwriter, it was quite clear that you were in no true danger during that last adventure of ours. If anything, I was the one who suffered the most by the end.”

Ghostwriter muttered swears to himself, weighing the pros and cons of shoving a couple of bookcases onto the annoyance latched onto his shoulders. While on the one hand it could harm his books, on the other he might actually manage to kill the little bastard. Decisions, decisions…

“Come on, Ghostwriter, at least hear me out,” Amorpho purred, voice sugary sweet. Ghostwriter muttered another swear before looking to Amorpho as best he could.

“You have three minutes starting two minutes ago. Use your seconds wisely you overgrown fur rug.” Ugh, that last insult had sounded far too much like Skulker’s brand of revenge. Then again, there was something to be said for the effectiveness of skinning someone you hated.

Amorpho, drama queen that he was, waited until his time was almost up before stretching out his front paws and saying, quite calmly, “I would like your help in getting into the Observatory.”

The sentence was a simple one, only ten words with a central idea, but it was still enough to have Ghostwriter utterly speechless as he stared at Amorpho because there was no way, dead or alive, that anyone could be that stupid. When the following sentence of Amorpho saying it was a joke never came, Ghostwriter felt his eyes widen further, finally managing a weak, “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh, quite serious,” Amorpho chirped, slipping off Ghostwriter’s shoulders and changing back into his original form, as calm as if he was telling Ghostwriter nothing more or less than the latest prank he had managed to pull off. “It’d make quite the story, don’t you think? Two ghosts who no one takes seriously managing to get in and out of the Observatory right under the Observants’ eyes, the lot of them never any wiser.”

“Never any- They see all of time,” Ghostwriter hissed, whipping around and half-certain that he would see an Observant or one of their guards appear behind them. Ghosts had certainly been taken in for less than what could amount to treason in their world. “Have you finally lost all sense you had left?!”

“Perhaps,” Amorpho sighed, using his powers to shift himself into a ghost that Ghostwriter didn’t recognize before he was leaning against one of the bookcases casually. A newer ghost, perhaps? Ghostwriter wasn’t sure, but the expression on Amorpho’s face was nothing but bitter. “Or perhaps I’m starting to see the bigger picture.”

Ghostwriter shook his head, nervously piling more books into his arms from the shelves he passed, hardly glancing at the covers to see if he really needed them. He was fully aware he was grabbing books just to have a distraction, shaking his head once more as he finally responded, “No. I’ll put you in touch with Randy, if you want, as this brand of crazy is perfect for him, but I will not-”

“Not even for your keyboard?” Amorpho’s voice curled through the air like silk strings winding around him, Ghostwriter fully aware of the web he was about to walk into. Yet… “I regret to say I wasn’t around for the event itself, but I heard all about that dreadful business with that Christmas dealing with Phantom. Your Reality Keyboard was shattered, wasn’t it?”

The web was spun well, and Ghostwriter couldn’t help but to brush his fingers against it, turning around to stare at Amorpho’s eyes, feeling the familiar pulse of annoyance and lingering rage at seeing Phantom’s grinning face. Finally, he muttered a soft, “Yes, it was. That means nothing for this madness, however.”

“Doesn’t it? You know as well as I do that all-powerful artifacts like that have a double in the Observatory - for safety, of course.” Amorpho shifted into an Observant, severe and serious with arms crossed behind his back. Ghostwriter couldn’t help a bitter laugh. Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.

“I also know that such a thing would never be given back to me. They barely let me keep my keyboard the first time around and you think they would give me another? After I broke the truce?” Ghostwriter swallowed, feeling the strings of the web tighten around his neck like a noose.

“Oh, I am fully aware that they would never give you such a thing.” A flash and it was ‘Walker’ standing in front of Ghostwriter, twisted smile on his face. “That would be against the rules, after all.” Ghostwriter was fully aware it was Amorpho, but the sight of the warden in front of him was still enough to send a chill down his spine.

“And so your plan is to break into the Observatory, home of the Observants, and steal it?” Ghostwriter swallowed, hardly able to get the words out himself. “This is madness, Peyton, and you know it. Your pranks are one thing, but you could be destroyed for this.”

“Possible.” Walker disappeared and Skulker took his place. “It could be thrilling, though, don’t you think? A hunt of our own.” Another flash and it was Ember. “Pull this off and get out of there and everyone would know our names!” A change and it was Randy, Ghostwriter’s own brother with that familiar, wild grin that was always so good at tugging them both into trouble. “C’mon, Andy… this’ll be fun.”

Ghostwriter bit his lip, looking away from Amorpho and back to his shelves, reaching out to straighten some of the books even though they were already perfect. He only stopped at the sound of scales slithering against his coat, climbing up his back slowly and surely before reaching his neck and shoulders and ah… No longer a web, but the tempter himself.

“Come on, Andrew,” Amorpho said sweetly. “It’d be such a shame if you never got to use your keyboard again. If you never got to tell your stories again.”

Gathering himself together, Ghostwriter scoffed as he shot a glare to the red-eyed snake. “Temptation from the serpent himself, hm? Rather cliché - even for you.”

“Oh, well, you know,” Amorpho waggled his head to and fro, tongue flicking out on a hiss. “You always did seem the type to give into temptation, Ghostwriter.”

Plucking Amorpho off his shoulder, Ghostwriter dropped him and watched him calmly as the other shifted back into his usual form. He had no doubt Amorpho would be smirking if he could. “And just how, exactly, do you plan on getting into the Observatory?”

“I’m me, my dear… and that means that I am everyone.” Amorpho shifted his form and even Ghostwriter, sheltered as he was, knew the sight of an Observant guard when he saw one. It was the words that came out that had him pausing. “My, my, Ghostwriter, caught using your powers to upset the natural order? I’m afraid it’s the Observatory for you.”

Quite a plan, Ghostwriter mused to himself, to walk right in as if they belonged. Dropping his books and letting his powers wrap around them, Ghostwriter sent them to their proper places with a flick of his hand, looking at ‘the Observant guard’ sent to arrest him.

“Alright, Amorpho,” Ghostwriter grinned, slow and dangerous as he flicked his hand again, a quill appearing in his hand along with a softly glowing notebook. “This might just work after all.”

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raionmimi · 5 years

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Do you have any oc's? I always love hearing about people's oc's

I do but I’ve been neglecting them these past few years

Honestly for the most part, I just use the same damn design and alter it to fit whatever series I want a persona in. Timeline and OC details under the cut, and fair warning I ended up talking a lot more than I had intended because I keep remembering stuff

2000: Lumina

I once read a kid magazine in my school and it featured something with a sneak preview of the Sonic Shuffle game. I really liked the character’s name (Lumina) and always used it when I played games with my best friend (her character was Danny). We really were out there larping our raw ocs with each other

2008: Yumi

My best friend in high school insisted that I have a Japanese nickname like her (She is half Japanese but still a huge weeb. Her nickname was Kisa) and even had a list of names for me to choose from. I ended up picking Yumi from my head and to this day I have no idea where I actually got the name from. Our senpai, a Chinese girl nicknamed Yue, who helped me with my art told us the animals we represented best, so Kisa got a tiger, and I got both a bunny and a lion since Yue couldnt decide which was better for me.

I made up “blion” and attached the name Yumi onto it. She became my persona and rapidly took on my chaotic gremlin personality. I decided Blions were a species that devours souls in order to heal/revive others, but it had to be an even balance otherwise the creature would die. When they’re weak, blions turn into a small rabbit with puffy chest fur like a mane (basically picture eevee tbh) with a long lion-like tail. The gem on the end of the tail is where the souls are stored.

2011: Torola Olébul

When we were all huge Homestucks, my friends and I decided to make fantrolls of ourselves so Yumi became repurposed into Torola. Same personality, so not much difference. I eventually redid her so she was nothing like me. She became extremely shy and basically Babey. She’s the ox/cow in my set of Chinese zodiac fantrolls (I have designs and personalities for all 12 but I’m not gonna post them here, I already wrote so much) She’s a sylph of heart, her weapon is pinwheelkind, her chat handle is apothecaryBovine, and her lusus is obviously a giant cow. She’s an amber blood troll (in between rust and bronze) who used to live with a teal blood and acted like a little messenger girl. After the teal blood was murdered by indigo bloods, Torola was forced to escape and live in the middle of a forest, where she was pretty much adopted by a herd of hoofbeasts. Torola has a dancestor Pazvea/The Actress(??) and Torola’s ancestor self is The Guardian.

Torola is the predecessor to Coryla, which was a fuschiablood.This one is just one huge Little Mermaid reference because she falls in love with a man who doesn’t love her back since he goes for someone else

2015: Onyx

Onyx was a short lived OC compared to Yumi and Torola and I didn’t do a lot of art of her. She’s kind of like a spy/surveillance guard because her gem extends out like bat ears. The other gem on her head is actually fake but she has it there so she looks symmetrical. It stores data though, so it has an actual use and she can remove it. She has wings that fold up on her back, and she uses it to check out a location. Since she’s extremely bat-themed, she uses sonar to check for other gems and stuff.

I also made her companions Sunstone and Obsidian, which make Bloodstone. Sunstone is a very laidback gem that spoils Onyx rotten, so she thinks she can get away with everything. Obsidian is the brooding type that complains whenever Onyx causes mischief. Bloodstone is a bounty hunter that uses Onyx’s surveillance abilities to aid them. They used to live on Homeworld, but they eventually came to earth long before Steven dealt with the diamonds. They have never interacted or met with Steven himself though

2011/2017 or 18: Riya/Tau Kiniun

I once drew a raionmimi character because I was thinking “Hey what if Yue had said I was just a lion instead of a bunny.” I didnt think much of it at the time and only doodled her once. She was a literal black lion that turned into a black lion cub but like with a mane to represent her hair. Years later, I dont know what possessed me to revamp her, but I did. Since I wanted to get away from having fandom shipnames as urls, I decided to go with Raionmimi which is literally “Lion Ears” and used Riya/Tau as my new mascot.

OCs that werent in the chart because I forgot lmaoooo

2011: Euphoria

She’s the oc I had to make for an animation class. We were instructed to make a superhero character to animate on the computer and also with claymation. The art is super bad, but she was supposed to be a terrible hero because she had no intentions on saving anyone!! She’s actually a deity of life that’s come to earth because her brother, the deity of death, is causing problems. Whenever she stops his plans, people praise her for being a hero. It wasn’t her attention at all. She’s expressionless 99% of the time and doesn’t really care much about humanity. Ironically, her brother thinks humans are pretty neat. Her name is actually one of my favorite words of all time, and that’s why I used it for her!

2016: The Witches

I totally forgot about them until now, but I have a set of triplet ocs. I use them for D&D and Pathfinder sometimes. They’re little witch girls that run a potion shop. Euphoria (yes, I repurposed the name from my superhero oc), Celeste, and Cheshire! Hopefully you can kinda read my handwriting to get their personalities

2018: Socks and the succubi

One of my fave monster girl species have always been Succubi, so I made different sub-species of them! I think I may have posted them a long time ago, but I dont remember. Socks is also my mascot for my old lewd art tumblr blog that I abandoned eons ago because having side accounts takes up too much energy for me. I kinda want to make a webcomic about Socks but I haven’t gotten around to it. She’s a platonic succubus who feeds off of intimate energy, and she befriends an agender, asexual college student (I guess you could imagine Haruhi from Ouran)

#my ocs #old art #empress art #I should drew them more often again but I dont #most of the art I have of my ocs are on paper and sketchbooks though #Rare Raion lore #superb-fox #If I started roleplaying again id probably draw them more but alas I dont know how to rp on twitter still #I miss having the convenience of msparp back in the day

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The White Christmas Case

Masterlist

Word Count-2715

Prompt-White Christmas by BIng Crosby(with a little lot of help from the movie)

Characters-Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, shifter family

A/N-Written for @d-s-winchester 12 days of Christmas challenge. I asked for BIng Crosby’s White Christmas because it’s my favroite Christmas song and movie all in one. This was a blast once I got it moving and I enjoyed writing it. Betaed by the lovely @masksandtruths and @skybinx-blog thank you my dears. Tags are below the cut. If you’d like on or off my tag list just drop me an ask or a message. I promise I don’t bite hard.

-JediCat

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I stared incredulously at Sam when he’d finished outlining the case he’d found for us. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Never about a case,” he replied seriously. “Why?”

I shook my head; I tended to forget the simple childhood things that I took for granted were something the Winchesters might not have had. Things like watching the same holiday movies every Christmas. Now Sam had found a case in Pine Tree, Vermont at the Columbia Inn and he didn’t even know what it was. But three deaths surrounded by odd coincidences was definitely our kind of thing. Dean tapped my arm to get my attention.

“You got an idea, kiddo,” he asked me.

I shrugged, “Maybe, but you guys aren’t going to like it much.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time, run it by us,” Dean replied.

I took a deep breath, even after knowing the guys for a few months I was a little shy around them.”Vic number 1 was found outside in a Santa suit frozen to death at the end of August. His suit was a replica of the ones worn in the finale of White Christmas. Vic 2 was found a month later next to a fireplace in the bar area. Autopsy found she’d drowned in buttermilk when there wasn’t a drop of it in the place. It’s reaching, but it’s another reference to the movie. Vic 3 fell down the main stairs in the lobby and a witness swears she saw Danny Kaye push him down the steps. That one is two clear references to the movie. I’m not sure what we’re dealing with but it sure likes White Christmas.”

Both boys stared at me blankly, neither getting where I was going because they hadn’t seen the movie. I sighed, “Most of White Christmas takes place at the Columbia Inn which is located in Pine Tree, Vermont.”

I could see the wheels turning and then the lights come on as they figured it out. Sam grinned and Dean groaned as he leaned back in his chair. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Some kind of monster that has a thing for old Christmas movies?”

So here we were, pulling up in front of an exact reproduction of the Columbia Inn. I got out of Baby’s back seat and filled my lungs with the pine scented air as my eyes wandered over the grounds. The hunter in me was taking notes of possible ambush sites and places where monsters could hide; the rest of me was looking around thinking about scenes from the movie. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Sam watching me with the oddest look on his face. I could feel my face heat up as I met his eyes.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” I sassed him.

He just grinned at me. “You look like a kid turned loose in the world’s best candy store.”

I stuck my tongue out at him as I grabbed my suitcase, startling a laugh out of both him and Dean. Sam let me carry it myself, unusual for him, but put his arm around my shoulders as we walked up the front steps into the lobby. The physical affection was also a bit unusual, but I wasn’t complaining, the warmth he gave off made up for the fact that I’d worn a lighter jacket than I should have.

There was no one at the desk so Dean gave a sharp tap to the bell on the desk and the clerk came out of the office. My eyes about popped out of my head because she looked just like Mary Wickes, and my smile got even wider.

“What can I do for you folks,” she asked with a bright, customer service smile.

Sam stepped forward. “I’ve got a reservation under Sam Wallace.”

I rolled my eyes, I’d made the boys watch White Christmas before we’d left and Sam had loved it. He’d spent a day with his laptop before we left making us all new fake IDs but he wouldn’t tell me what names he’d put on them. Now I knew why, I just hoped it wouldn’t give us away to whatever we were hunting. My attention was drawn back to what was going on by the clerk’s voice.

“Here it is Mr. Wallace,” she was saying. “One room for your brother and one for you and your wife.”

I managed to control my expression. What the hell was Sam thinking? Acting like we were married wouldn’t be a problem; I’d been harboring a crush on the younger Winchester almost since I met them. The problem was going to be not taking it too far when we were alone in a hotel room. My mind began to drift in a direction that was going to cause problems and I tried to jerk it back to the case at hand before it went too far. When I dragged my wandering mind back to where it should have been the clerk was saying, “Are you sure you want to stay? You must have heard about-”

“Yeah, we did,” Dean interrupted her. “But he’s been promising Y/N here that we’d stay here for her birthday.”

I took that as my cue to gush. “I’m such a huge fan of White Christmas! When I heard about this inn I made Sammy promise to bring me here.”

I grabbed Sam’s forearm and looked up at him with my best “I love this man so much” look on my face. I heard Dean snickering behind me but ignored him. I figured Sam deserved whatever he got for not warning me about us pretending to be married. But instead of being embarrassed, Sam was looking back at me with an indulgent smile on his face, playing the loving husband to the hilt. I felt my face heating up at the look in his eyes and hoped the clerk just thought I was a blushing bride.

Apparently she bought it because she finished checking us in and we headed up to our rooms. When we passed a young woman who looked like Anne Whitfield on the way upstairs I missed a step and almost fell on my face. A strong hand caught my arm before I could hit and I turned in time to see Sam give me a barely noticeable shake of his head. I nodded and we made it the rest of the way to our rooms without incident.

Dean was across the hall from us and I saw him shoot me a smirk as he shut the door to his room. The rat had probably known what Sam was planning and hadn’t let me in on it. I made a mental note to get even with him as I flipped the bird at his closed door.

I had to take a deep breath before I turned away from the door; facing Sam alone without giving myself away was going to be quite the acting job on my part. I schooled my face into a questioning look as I turned around. I almost lost my train of thought when I realized that Sam was standing next to the one bed in the room looking a little nervous but managed to catch myself before I gave the game away.

“So want to explain yourself,” I asked quietly.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and refused to meet my eyes. “Dean thought that if I told you, you’d veto the idea.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “When have I ever refused to do what was necessary for a case?”

“We haven’t known you that long,” he was still looking at anything but me. “I can’t always predict how you’re going to react.”

I reached for my bag with a slow smile. “Good.”

Sam finally looked at me for the first time. “What?”

“What fun would it be if you knew me that well,” I asked as I headed for the bathroom and a shower before dinner.

Dinner was supposed to be “semi-formal” but I used it for an excuse to go all out for the first time since I’d met the guys. My outfit was a simple amethyst dress that I accessorized with a silver belt, jewelry and heels. I did my hair and makeup while Sam showered and changed in the bathroom. I put my hair in a bun, leaving a few strands to curl around my face and stuck with lipstick, purple eye liner, mascara and just a brush of lilac glitter along each cheek bone. I was just checking the fall of my skirt in the mirror on the closet when I heard a soft exclamation behind me. I turned to find Sam staring at me, so I spread my arms and twirled, unable to resist a little payback. When I stopped I gave him a questioning smile.

“Wow, you look…” he trailed off without finishing his sentence.

I gave him an appraising look. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the first couple of buttons undone with black slacks and his Fed dress shoes. My heart beat a little faster as he walked over and took my hand, tucking it in the crook of his arm while he brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes. I glanced up to meet his eyes and my breath caught at what I saw there. I had to be imagining things; there was no way he was looking at me like that. He bent towards me, tilting his head just a little. My eyes fluttered closed when he got so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Just before our lips touched there was a banging on the door.

“Come on you two, I’m hungry,” Dean shouted.

Sam brushed his lips lightly over mine and whispered, “Damn it. We’ll finish this later.”

He went to open the door while I tried to pull my scattered wits back together. Dean walked in, dressed much like Sam except that his shirt was blue and buttoned all the way up. He looked me over and let out a low whistle. “Wow, you really are a girl, Y/N. If I’d have known that was hiding under those clothes I’d have been married to you instead of Sam.”

I rolled my eyes at him and took Sam’s arm again so we could go down to dinner. I wasn’t surprised when we were shown to our table by a Dean Jagger look alike or that the floor show was Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye. I was beginning to form theories about what we were dealing with and I wanted to test them, so when I saw Anne head for the restroom I excused myself and followed her. As we were washing our hands I managed to brush my bracelet against her. She gave a low hiss of pain as I apologized for cutting her with a loose link of the chain. She smiled and assured me she’d be fine as she left in a hurry. I returned to our table and nodded at the boys. We finished our dinner quickly and headed for our rooms. I changed in the bathroom so I could wash off my makeup and then we headed for Dean’s room across the hall.

Over beers I told them about my run in with the girl in the restroom. Sam agreed with me that it was probably shifters, but Dean argued that there were a half dozen other things from ghouls too werewolves that it could be. I rolled my eyes at that, but agreed that he could be right.

“I’m sure a werewolf could imitate Bing Crosby that well,” I said sarcastically. “Or that a family of ghouls managed to find pieces of the whole cast to munch on.”

I chugged down the rest of my beer, more than a little tipsy by now thanks to the wine I’d had with dinner. I looked at Dean. “You know I didn’t grow up in the life like y’all, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing, Winchester.”

I made sure to slam the door on my way out.

I had a bottle of Irish cream stashed in the bottom of my weapons bag. I grabbed the ice bucket and headed down to the bar to fill it. As I came through the lobby, I heard singing. I stopped in the door between the lobby and dining room to listen. When I recognized the voices I peeked around the corner.

What I saw was Bing and Rosemary Clooney sitting by the open hearth fireplace singing Count Your Blessings. I smiled as I watched the scene play out, stepping out into bar area as they finished.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I didn’t want to interrupt your rehearsal. I just came down to get some ice”

“Rosemary” smiled at me. “So what did you think?”

I made a snap decision. “I think you’re wasting your talents. You shouldn’t be killing off your guests.”

“BIng” took a step forward, but I held up my hand. “Don’t think I came down here unarmed or that I don’t know what you are. I want to hear your side of this story.”

He looked skeptical but the woman started spilling almost immediately, with the man chiming in to add details. Turned out they didn’t actually own the inn and our three vics had found that fact out. All three wanted the land for its location but were planning to tear the buildings down. They hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone but hadn’t seen any other way out. As they talked I analyzed their body language like they boys had taught me. All signs pointed to them telling the truth. I had an idea but I knew Dean wouldn’t go for it, so I called Sam’s cell phone.

“Where are you,” he demanded, sounding both worried and pissed off.

“Hello to you too,” I replied. “I’m in the bar, could you come down here and bring my laptop?”

I hung up before he could answer, knowing that his curiosity would bring him down to see what was going on. I looked at the two shifters and smiled as I checked my watch, then told them, “Five minutes.”

I explained my plan to them as we waited and asked for some paperwork from them. “Bing” ran off to get what I asked for just before Sam showed up with my laptop under his arm. I had “Rosemary” tell her story to him while I hacked into the county database. This was the one area where I was better than either of the Winchester’s I could hack just about anything, even Sam had to admit I was better than just about anyone he’d ever met.

He looked at me when “Rosemary” finished and nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief; he’d back me with Dean. I sent the paperwork I faked to the printer in the office and rushed to grab it before anyone else could get it. Sam came stood behind me as I brought it back to the bar.

“This is everything you need to prove you own this place,” I said watching the faces of the shifters. “It’s all your in exchange for a promise to never hurt anyone except in defense of your lives.”

“Rosemary” and “Bing” looked shocked. They stared at the papers in my hand for a minute, and then met my eyes.

“I’ll swear on whatever you want, hunter,” BIng said softly. “Anything to save my family’s home.”

I handed him the papers. “That’s good enough for me. I hope you live a long peaceful life and that we never have to come back here again.”

The two shifters left, Bing clutching the papers. I turned and looked into Sam’s eyes. “Did we do the right thing?”

“I think we did,” he said. “And Dean will come around eventually.”

Then he smiled at me. “Let’s go to our room. I think we need to talk before we go to sleep.”

He put his arm around my shoulders and drew me close as we headed for the stairs. Whatever else happened, I had the feeling that this was the start of something good.

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#12 Days of Christmas challenge #White Christmas #sam winchester #dean winchester #reader insert #supernatural fan fiction #spn fan fic #sam x reader #dean x reader #Christmas

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EVERY ALBUM I LOVED FROM 2016

alright. long list, but if you’re looking for music recommendations, save this somewhere. and fyi, these aren’t just albums I simply liked. every album on this list I loved, meaning that I probably listened to it at least 5 times, and that it had some special significance to me as a listener. I’ll start with the best first, and go roughly in order of importance. Lastly, the best way to know what you’ll like is just to listen, so I linked one song from each.

1. Danny Brown - Atrocity Exhibition

10 out of 10. My favorite album of 2016, and all time. Danny Brown became a pretty prolific name amongst people discussing experimental hip hop following his 2012 album, XXX, which focused on themes drug abuse, poverty, and the music industry... but with a uniquely personal and self reflective take. What interested me most was that his commentary on working with music could be abstracted into analysis of all forms of art, and I feel like that refreshingly analytical perspective, interspersing crude humour and bleak narratives, was what cemented the album as the classic it is today. His new album though, surpassed even that. The narrative depth here is on another fucking level. Everything I just praised XXX for is also true of Atrocity Exhibition, but instead of being drawn to certain standout moments on the album (like I was with XXX), literally the entire album feels like a standout moment. Every song carries a unique tone and a deep story worthy of intense investigation, and each is different and memorable, even compared to the other songs on the album. That variety means that no matter what mood I’m in, I can usually find some emotional payoff in at least one track. However, the album as a whole is not without a narrative thread. And that thread is Danny Brown himself. XXX invited us the see the humanity behind his music, and even if one couldn’t agree with or appreciate every set of bars, it still allowed for appreciation of Danny Brown as a fellow human being; to find value in learning from his flaws, which he was never shy about. He went as far as to ask in a chorus “what the fuck I got to lie for?”. His personality is explored to an even greater, and even more authentic extent on Atrocity Exhibition. Not to mention that if you appreciate experimental and meticulous production, this album delivers what feels like the contemporary payoff of the entire music industry’s sound refinement efforts over the past few decades. Every song is a fucking treat, genre blending ear candy for people who seek a wide variety of sound and style. A type of detail in its creation that still pays off even on my (presumably) 100th listen. Barring the specifics of what makes each individual song so great, in my honest opinion, it doesn’t get any better than this.

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2. The Drones - Feelin Kinda Free

This album goes hard as hell. In the way that Danny Brown’s album reflects upon the self, this album reflects upon society, and easily delivers more intelligent and elegiac political commentary than I could ever imagine writing into music. Taman Shud (linked) has got to be my favorite song of the entire year, addressing sensationalism in politics and media by using a notably Australian example to show how generalizing nuanced issues for the sake of appealing to the greatest audience of laypeople surrenders authenticity and impedes efforts of finding suitably nuanced solutions to those problems... and the rest of the album isn’t subdued either. I need also to mention the song Shut Down SETI, because not only does it reflect exactly why my massive childhood interest in extraterrestrials eventually tapered out, but I think that many things can be explained as the product of subtle egotism, and it’s important to try to analyze our behavior through that lens. The instrumentation is nice change of pace for this band, since their iconic blues guitar lead really met its apex on their 2013 album, I See Seaweed, and fortunately, the band was diligent enough to make it sound like they’ve always been producing this kind of eccentric noise rock.

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3. Street Sects - End Position

Contender for the most fucked up album on this list. It’s a roller coaster of horror and industrial noise, but it’s not without something deep to say. I think it ends up being profound in the way that it combines horror at the implicit ideological failings of society with horror at the explicit violence committed by people in society who feel forsaken. I don’t think I’ve ever started listening to this album and not felt compelled to keep listening for as long as possible. The wide variety of samples and noises keep it constantly interesting, and the tone of both those samples and the vocal performances flow as water from one idea to the next. In fact, every song bleeds into the next, and the album’s tension never slows down completely until about halfway through the last song, where its roller coaster finally screeches to a halt.

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4. Kero Kero Bonito - Bonito Generation

The most personally uplifting album on this list. One of Kero Kero Bonito’s previous songs, Sick Beat, is notable for being the greatest video gamer anthem ever produced, but unfortunately I felt like the rest of that first album lacked the kind of depth that the single had. All of the songs on their newest album, however, are memorable and thought provoking in the same way that Sick Beat was. Their oldest song that made it onto this project, Picture This, is about how the ability to take photos and selfies has become fundamental to our understandings of ourselves and others. Every word of that song is massively important, and manages to do justice to both the intimacy of creating art and the delight in being able to share it. One other song, Graduation, is literally about graduating from college, and holy shit if it didn’t perfectly encapsulate my experience of receiving my undergrad degree, the very same semester that the song came out, complete with both my enthusiasm and disillusionment towards the college experience!! I also can’t stop gaily repeating the line from Break, where the singer, Sarah Midori Perry, casually croons “I’ve got a smile on my face. cause now I’m taking a break” ... every time I, you know, take a break. I honestly can’t recommend this enough. Every song is deeply memorable, motivating, and motivated in its own intent: to portray life as beautiful and vibrant.

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while 1-4 are masterpieces that have affected me on a deeply personal level, 5-11 I would still consider artistic successes that excel in almost every way. I loved every song on these albums and highly encourage everyone to listen:

5. Death Grips - Bottomless Pit

6. Lemon Demon - Spirit Phone

7. Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels 3

8. Weezer - The White Album

9. Vektor - Terminal Redux

10. Ştiu Nu Ştiu - Fake End

11. Fire! - She Sleeps, She Sleeps

the rest of this list I still highly enjoyed and would still highly recommend. while I don’t think they’re as profound as 1-11, I have consistently enjoyed them and I hope to relisten to them many more times:

12. Deerhoof - The Magic

13. G.L.O.S.S. - TRANS DAY OF REVENGE

14. case/lang/viers - case/lang/viers

15. Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool

16. Uyama Hiroto - freeform jazz

17. Show Me The Body - Body War

18. Cult Of Luna and Julie Christmas - Mariner

19. Frankie Cosmos - Next Thing

20. Crying - Beyond the Fleeting Gales

21. Young Thug - Slime Season 3

22. The Body - No One Deserves Happiness

23. Childish Gambino - “Awaken, My Love!”

24. Blank Banshee - MEGA

25. Princess nokia - 1992

26. Nine Inch Nails - Not The Actual Events

27. Katie Dey - Flood Network

28. The Dillinger Escape Plan - Dissociation

29. A Tribe Called Quest - We got it from Here... Thank You 4 Your Service

30. The Dear Hunter - Act V: Hymns With The Devil In Confessional

31. Kendrick Lamar - Untitled Unmastered.

32. Beyoncé - Lemonade

33. Jerry Paper - Toon Time Raw!

34. The Avalanches - Wildflower

35. KRIMEWATCH - demo

36. Xenia Rubinos - Black Terry Cat

37. Ulcerate - Shrines of Paralysis

38. The Caretaker - Everywhere at the end of time

#i'll probably reblog this a couple of times #music recommendation #albums #2016 #SAVE AND SHARE IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR NEW MUSIC

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