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inafieldofdaisies · 3 days

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(WIP) Music Monday Tag | Tagged by @simplegenius042

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

I can play dirty, I won't have no mercy Drop a match on my white flag, burn it down, lay it on my grave I can be nasty, shoot you down in a backstreet Run the town, favorite blonde vigilante Blood on my guilty hands I'll go pour a drink, man, 'cause it's Friday Done with thinking, just wanna party Bet it sucks to be you, well, go figure You're the sucker who pulled the trigger Go pour a drink, man, 'cause it's Friday Got my best friend parked in my driveway While I sip gin and juice and fuck with ya Just remember who pulled the trigger

I started in a guarded place I was young, full of faith No one even knew my name But still, I chased, ran the race Do you know what I've been through? I've felt forsaken with lost truths Do you know what I've been through? I can taste triumph With the heart of a lion

You could be the endgame Eye of the hurricane Sleet in the pouring rain You would be the checkmate Loving what we became Riding the tidal wave You could the kingpin Changing the world again Sleep when the day is dead You would be my weakness Loving like Venus Rule the apocalypse

And we got caught in the storm At the end was the key to my heart You were my lover for life Oh, there's no time to sleep Oh, living in a dream So take me to the paradise in your eyes Green like American money You taste just right, sweet like Tennessee honey And we can run away, swimming in the sunlight everyday Oh, paradise in your eyes

Tagging, @strafethesesinners @strangefable @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @la-grosse-patate

@rhettsabbott @marivenah @shellibisshe @purplehairsecretlair @cassietrn

@josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @voidika @imogenkol @finding-comfort-in-rain

@gearvmac @trench-rot @thesingularityseries @hookhearted @onehornedbeast

@justasmolbard @simonxriley @aceghosts @theelderhazelnut @kyber-infinitygems

@carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook and anyone that would like to share some music <3

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lemotyan · 2 months

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Yaaay, meet the first Darkwood edit from me :D🎉🎉

Making edits for this game makes me fall in love with it more and more uwu

Music: "Transgender" Crystal Castles

#darkwood fanart #darkwood game #darkwood #edit #its so hard to find music which would fit #anyway I think the result is not bad #hope you won't feel dizzy after watching this xD

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lettersfromthewindmill · 8 months

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Illustrating Cadence by @motswolo : the rest of the internal illustrations!!! (Except maybe one bonus epilogue one...)

Brief step back to Chapter 93 where Sheila talks about the music she and Hope listened to.

Chapter 98: rusty electric purple VW Transporter

Chapter 100: Triumph T120 Bonneville I really hope this is close enough because omg motorbikes have a bazillion little shiny pieces and this took.. a while.

Chapter 101: The Clash gig at the Lyceum, I figured they'd have seen one on the way to the gig...

Chapter 103: back to my first love, Sybills zines.

Also chapter 103: the Portastudio and manual

ALSO 103: the demo!

Chapter 105: Slasher Chick ft. Marauders and my dodgy Photoshop from when I did that.

Chapter 107: the red pressed EP!

I've got a couple more little bits and pieces and then COVERS!

#cadence art #the cadence of part time poets #coptp #motswolo #remus john lupin #tcoptp #1970s music #marauders #soooo many pictures i hope they all fit

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sableeira · 1 year

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Neptune by Sleeping at Last // Fifteen Manga // Fifteen LN // Fifteen LN // Dark Era LN // Fifteen Manga // Storm Bringer LN // Neptune by Sleeping at Last // BSD Manga // Eight by Sleeping at Last // Fifteen Manga // Fifteen LN // Dead Apple Manga // Storm Bringer LN // Storm Bringer LN // Storm Bringer LN // Eight by Sleeping at Last

Teen Soukoku as told by the songs Neptune and Eight by Sleeping at Last

#kinda crying and throwing up over that caption everything is bsd except the 4 lyric snippets #calling this a web weave would be kinda offensive to all other web weaves #I’m lacking too much in regards to diversity in my media palate for proper web weaving #<- I need to read more (something I have been telling myself for the past 5 years)#but I hope I still managed to communicate a vibe… whatever that vibe may be…#I’ve just been listening to sleeping at last songs again and when I listened to those two songs I was like wow this is so teen soukoku core #it’s not even really ship related but more about their individual struggles as teens #and kinda how these struggles shape their partnership #I had some other quotes that would’ve been more partnership focused but those were way too long and this already is a massive post #does sleeping at last music fit my little mafia guys? not necessarily. will that stop me? nope #also ignore that eight is about enneagram type eight and Chuuya is the quintessential type eight…. that’s not the only reason that song fits #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #osamu dazai #bsd osamu dazai #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya

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scrapsofinspiration · 2 months

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sky full of song by florence + the machine and atlantic by sleep token are holding hands

#profoundly sad songs i love you #sleep token #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #florence + the machine #fatm #florence welch #parallels #music #my post #atlantic #sky full of song #high as hope #this place will become your tomb #i was debating whether to put what the water gave me instead of sky full of song but the tone of sfos fits better i think #sfos and atlantic are on the same wavelength to me #both by vibes and themes

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p0is0n-is-th3-cur3 · 7 months

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mcr songs that should be in the Percy Jackson show:

fake your death

bulletproof heart

SING

#theres probably more #i feel like theyre fitting #i also hope we get some songs from the musical too #mcr #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo show #im gonna make a playlist with songs that should be in it

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sprnklersplashes · 2 months

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fic comissioned by @willofadeadgirl thank you for your generous donation to esims for gaza! to find out about commissioning a fic from me, the info is here

based on this idea I had a year (?) ago:

JD spiralling shortly after he and Veronica get engaged because he's scared to hurt her the way his dad hurt his mum. Claire is there to remind him that he's okay.

getting to delve back into nbr universe again and this relationship specifically was so rewarding and I also got to sprinkle in a bit of claire's backstory which is neat.

The party is amazing.

Claire has outdone herself. While JD was out with Veronica she single-handedly rearranged all of the tables and threw white rugs over the bare wooden floors. Then she either robbed a florist or had one owe her something, because they came back to the most amazing centrepiece on the dining room table, along with garlands of lilies and white roses hung around the doors and stairway. And of course, no function thrown by Claire Munroe is complete without food, and holy hell, did she deliver. When the party is for him and Veronica’s engagement, but all anyone can talk about is her espresso martini cheesecake, that’s how you know it’s a winner.

It’s wonderful. Although the event is small, a strict family and friends affair, the house feels alive, the two stories teeming with pure, unfiltered happiness. He couldn’t ask for anything better.

He hates himself. He really fucking hates himself.

With a bitter sigh, JD tosses the empty bottle he’d been fidgeting with. It crashes somewhere in the garden, followed shortly by a frantic rustling in the hedge. He might have just frightened the shit out of some poor raccoon.

And that thought should not scare him the way it does; shouldn’t cause the pit in his stomach to plunge deeper. He closes his eyes, locks every limb, pulls himself inward like he can ward off the thoughts invading his mind.

It was like someone had flipped a switch. One minute he was standing in the kitchen, his arm securely around Veronica’s waist, listening to her laughing and feeling like the night would never end. Then he went to the kitchen to get another drink and just like that, everything stopped. Once he wasn’t surrounded by bodies and the laughing and chatting was muted, the protective barrier dropped. Suddenly, all he could think about was the blood in his veins and where it came from, and then he was 8 again watching his mother wave at him through a window and then he was 9, 10, 11, 12 smashing plates to get his dad’s attention and he was 3, 4, 5 and 6 and 7 listening by the stairs because his dad was yelling again, again, and his mom wasn’t saying anything-.

And then he was running, and he was on his knees in the grass.

He lets out a steady exhale, white smoke stark against the night sky. Shadows blanket the garden; the greens of the grass and the rainbow hues of Claire’s flower bushes are smothered in greys. Behind him, the house is still glowing from within, gentle oranges making its own sunset in there. He doesn’t want it. He never wants to see it again.

With a cold pang, he hopes Claire never leaves the house to him. Some of the best memories of his life are in that house. It’s lovelier than he would ever deserve, and he would just ruin it like he will ruin Veronica and like his dad ruined him. Claire said she moved into that house alone and renovated it with her own bare hands. Giving it to him would feel wrong, backwards. What will he do other than destroy it? That’s what his hands were made for.

Breathe Jason a voice in his head says. He tries, opens his mouth but nothing comes in, because there’s barbed wire around his throat and his lungs and it hurts when he tries. He tries, and he chokes, and hot tears are racing down his cheeks and he bites his hand before he can start screaming. Breathe Jason.

I can’t! I can’t! The darkness presses in around him and it’s hot-since when was darkness hot? His dad’s voice-his voice-is roaring in his ears, it sounds like his dad but it scrapes his throat like its him and it’s burning. He needs to get out and-

“Hiding out here?”

Crap.

Trembling, JD turns around, squinting against the brightness. At first, all he can see is the small frame, the chunky knit sweater hanging off it. His eyes follow her as she comes over, but he looks away as she settles herself on the grass beside him.

“We miss you in there.” He nods, slowly. If he was still seventeen, he would shoot a sarcastic remark at her in the hopes that she would leave. But he knows better now. Or more accurately, the idea of her leaving pulls at a very specific part of his heart. So, while his instincts still protest, he lets her stay.

“Well I hope it wasn’t my lasagne that made you leave.” That gets a half-smile from him, even if it feels foreign on his face. Behind his back, he can feel her eyes bore into him. He used to think he could hide anything from anyone, and then he met her. “Jason? Everything okay?”

How does he answer? He takes a deep breath in, slowly. Pulls at the grass and lets it fall between his fingers. Listens to the pounding staccato rhythm of his heart.

“I just freaked out,” he mutters. Claire nods behind him and, carefully, as if he’s made of glass, places her hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she tells him. “I’m here.” He squeezes the grass in his hand. “Anything in particular freak you out?”

He doesn’t want to say it. He wants to keep it inside and find something to numb it. If it stays inside, he can freeze it, escape from it.

He can’t though. Because he’s come too far and owes Claire and Veronica too much. There’s only one good way out.

“My dad,” he whispers. Claire inhales sharply and her hand tenses against his back.

“Did he-did he try to-”

“No.” He cuts her off with a shake of his head. “No, he hasn’t contacted me.” Ever. He hasn’t heard from his father since 1984. He laughs, short and bitter. “I just can’t stop thinking about him. And my mom. And everything.”

“Oh kid,” Claire sighs. Her arm comes around his shoulders, her small frame presses into his side. “I’m so sorry.”

“And suddenly it was…. Everywhere.” He hears the tremble in his voice and he hates it. In that moment, he wonders why he ever stopped numbing himself. It made everything so much easier. He looks down at his hands. The ring Veronica gave him glimmers on his finger, silver winking in the half-light. He gives a self-deprecating scoff. “I don’t know how to be married. I don’t-I can’t be that to her.”

“You’ve been a pretty spectacular boyfriend so far,” Claire tells him matter-of-factly. “And from what I can tell, being married is just a longer version of that. That it’s you and her forever.” She squeezes his shoulder. “You’ve been with her three years and you haven’t messed up yet.”

“You don’t know that I won’t!” he tells her, voice rising sharply, and then everything spills out, a putrid ugly mess in front of them. “He’s my dad, Claire. I’m 50% him. My whole childhood I just sat and watched as he wore her down and she was hurting and I didn’t do anything about it! I just let him keep going and keep going until one day-” He closes his eyes. The library explodes behind his eyelids. When he opens them, he can still see the smoke. “What if it’s just a matter of time before I do it to her?” He looks back at the house. He can’t find her; she’s lost in a maze of other people.

“I might do something worse,” he says. The admission is broken and cracked on his tongue, terrified to step into the light. But it’s here.

“Oh, Jason,” Claire breathes. Her touch is gentle, loving, against his skin and part of him wants to shove it away and put as much distance between her and him as possible. He hates that he still feels that way, even as he leans into her touch.

“I know you were dealt such a bad hand with your dad,” she tells him. “But you are not him, Jason.”

“I’m his son.”

“And I’m my parents’ child,” Claire says firmly. “Do you think I’m anything like they are?”

That gets him. Like a lighthouse beacon, it cuts through the fog in his mind and catches him.

He’s never met Claire’s parents-his grandparents, he supposes. They know about him, but the contact never goes past the ‘To Claire and Jason’ on the annual Christmas guard. Claire won’t delve into the specifics, just that her parents wanted her to have a life she never intended to java. Years before he came into the picture, it came to a head over some argument and when she declared her intention to move out, they didn’t stop her.

They communicate via Christmas cards. When Claire’s dad was in hospital, she didn’t find out until weeks later.

So, his response is a small shake of his head. Claire is nothing like her parents and never will be. She is warm and loving and generous, she understands him without him having to say anything. How her parents created a person like her he will never understand.

“You’re not like your parents.”

“And you are not like your dad, Jason.”

“I am,” he mumbles. “I get angry. I think about… I think about running away.” He presses his thumb into his palm. “I pull away from her.”

“And then you go back,” Claire says. Slowly, her hand comes over his. Her skin is warm, her palm calloused and rough. “That’s what makes you different from your dad, JD. Your dad never cared about the damage he was causing. You do. You get knocked down and you get back up.” Her fingers curl around his. Startled, he squeezes her fingers. “Look how far you’ve come in the past few years. That’s something he never ever did.”

JD doesn’t know when the tears started but they’re here, running like rivers down his face.

“And to be honest, I’ve never seen a person love someone else the way you love Veronica. You love her like she’s the last person on Earth. You love her like you’d never love anyone else.”

Well, he wouldn’t. It’s just a plain fact to him. No matter what happens, Veronica exists and he’s in love with her. Simple as that really. After everything she has done for him, it feels like the least he can do.

“And,” Claire continues, reading his mind again. “Don’t you owe it to her to keep trying?” Before he can even respond, she scoots closer, rests her chin on his shoulder. “Maybe you owe it to yourself too.”

There. That’s when she does it, that magical thing where she looks inside him and pulls out something he never thought existed.

If he walks away now, he leaves Veronica at her own engagement party. He leaves her in the dust after promising to stand by her forever. And doing that to her… it hurts him more than anything else could.

He turns. Claire is still beside him, pressed against his side.

“Maybe I owe it to you too.” She smiles then, laugh lines creasing her face.

“You’ve never owed me anything, kid.”

(It isn’t true. He owes her more than he’ll ever be able to pay back. But that’s okay, she’s not expecting him to).

Looking out at their garden, he lowers his head onto her shoulder. It’s a little awkward because at some point he got taller than her, but neither of them mind. She rubs her hand up and down his arm and they sit there, listening to the muffled sounds of the party behind them.

“I love you,” he tells her. He doesn’t need to look up to see the way her face softens at that.

“I love you too, kid,” she whispers. She tugs on his arm. “Come on. If we hurry there may still be profiteroles left.”

JD laughs; the feeling is solid and warm in his chest. He offers Claire his arm and together, they walk back into their house.

Before he goes in, he gives it one last try. He breathes in. The air is cold and crisp and it fills his lungs. He breathes out, slow and steady, and the white smoke disappears into the orange porchlight. Claire squeezes his hand, firm and rough and more real than anything that came before.

He’ll be okay, he thinks. They’ll be okay.

#heathers the musical #jason dean #jdronica #oc: claire monroe #fic: not beyond repair.#there was meant to be a bit where he goes back in and smooches veronica in the middle of the room but i couldn't fit it in neatly #hope u like it moon <3

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paintsplash1712 · 8 months

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I really hope when the Jojo musical starts they'll realise the soundtrack and do an English version like the Death Note Musical.

Either way Riku from Kingdom Hearts is playing DIO so I'M ECSTATIC!

#since Part 1 is set in England #I hope it gets to go to the Westend one day #it'd definitely fit #if I could I'd watch it!#jojos bizarre adventure #jojo #jojo the musical #musical #jonathan joestar #dio brando

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yourlocalseanameduser · 11 months

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Seeing helluva boss/hazbin hotel and mitski together makes me want to rip someone's throat

#i hate it #i hate helluva boss #i hate most of vivziepop's creation in general #one artist makes great art about the way woc/pocs struggle throughout their lives trying to fit in a white society #the other is vivziepop #and the fact mitski is already bombarded people misinterpreting her music and erasing most of her songs that talks about race #especially your best american girl #if i ever see an edit with stolitz and your best american girl together i will destroy this phone #mitski desevres better #the only character i can stand in helluva boss is Octavia #i hope they don't ruin her #i also hope they don't include the seven archangels #i'd rather they show a walrus dog hybrid demon than the seven archangels because i know the writers will ruin them #anyways i love slandering helluva boss #idk if i should tag this #meh i will #helluva boss critical

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ye-xiu · 1 year

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I'll call your name like the sunlight That has just approached

⤿ for @hyunsung ♡

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunsung #skzgfx #skzedit #ultkpopnetwork #kpopco #midolsedit #*gfx #my dearly and dearest beloved mona !!!!!!!!!!!! wishing you nothing but the BEST of the BEST on your day #i hope it is filled with love and joy and support and serenity and good cake and lovely music and everything you could wish for <3 #so glad to know you and so glad to have you around even when both of us are shoddy at being online jhzujjuhzuji #but i love you regardless i love you with no obstacles or worries. you are a gem.#sorry that this is late it was a little half finished and then i reworked the entire thing. but a bluejin for you my love <333 #lyrics are here always by seungmin .... my fave skz song and one that i always feel like fits your blog perfectly

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inafieldofdaisies · 6 months

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(WIP) Music Monday / The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

What's worse, being wanted but not loved Or loved but not wanted? What's worse, hearin' what you wanna hear Or hearin' what's honest? Our love's misaligned 'Cause you're on my mind every night I ignore the signs And I don't know why 'Cause, baby, I saw the end when we began You couldn't love the way I can I tried to bargain with the stars For more than half your heart But you have more pieces of me than the desert has sand And I have less pieces of you than I can hold in my hand

one could argue if this goes harder for Mer or Jacob, since she's so difficult to pin down

We are looking up to the sky, searching for a reason why We are holding onto our hope, blinded by the smoke But we're coming in like a hurricane Heads down in the pouring rain We'll fight till doomsday When the world's in ashes Lost to all the havoc Raise our swords, and fight till doomsday When the earth is severed We will not surrender In this war, we'll fight till doomsday

I wake in the night all alone in my head Lost all focus Left me breathless Blinded by the light Twin flames, two hearts Can burn out in any second And twin flames, two hearts Can implode, live in the embers Twin flames, two hearts on fire We're burning together We burn We're burning together

I chase the high I beat you at your game There's no place to hide There only is one way I'll bleed you dry This is my domain

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @josephseedismyfather @quantum-lover @direwombat @corvosattano @strangefable @thesingularityseries @the-silver-chronicles @adelaidedrubman @wrathfulrook @clicheantagonist @nightbloodbix @jillvalentinesday @madparadoxum @onehornedbeast @g0dspeeed @shegetsburned @aceghosts @voidika @theelderhazelnut @unholymilf @trench-rot @josephslittledeputy @dumbassdep and anyone that would like to share some songs this week 🤍

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