whatever you do, do not think about the layers behind jack saying, “we’re good friends, the wind and i.” the implication that jack and hiccup were meant to cross paths, to find one another at all points in their lifetime even if they weren’t aware of who they were to each other yet. that their first and second lives are inextricably linked— hiccup, as a spirit, drawn to jack when he was still human while jack, as jack frost thrown back in time, drawn to hiccup in his present. that their love and friendship is a circle, in a way that they’ll keep meeting in the middle over and over and over again. in a way that it’s infinite and transcends time as long as there’s proof of memory. in a way that there is no telling where their story really begins or ends, only that it exists, that it's continuous. in a way that it’s inevitable, fated, like every moment that passes, whether they spend it together or apart, are all puzzle pieces that connect. that their love is constant, always in motion, in a way that’s tried and true.
whatever you do, do not think about how they both waited 300 years (and some more) until they could experience what it was like to have a companion again. i repeat, do not think about, “you were always there. weren’t you? you’re the wind.”
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how did you get to know the stratagems?
I remember -- that recording booth. Four faces in that glass reflection. Long session, but boy, was it worth it! I remember jam sessions, a crowd, a banner with their names on it. It comes in bits and pieces.
The first memory of them I rightly recall, I'd say, is sitting across from them. One of their living rooms, I think, with a little brown Steinway upright in the corner. All four of them crowded casual-like onto the couch across from me. Strains of a rag in the air, with us all tapping along to it, the music vibrating through our feet and bones. Next thing I know, I'm looking down at the ivories of that Steinway, and we're all making a tune!
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7/17/23.
Famous Mammals are yet another Oakland, California band. This one shares members with Children Maybe Later and Non-Plus Temps.
This really doesn't sound anything like Children Maybe Later - this has more of a post-punk palette in the vein of The Fall. "Instant Pop Expressionism Now!", according to the write-up on the Siltbreeze Bandcamp page, "harkens back to the halcyon days when Rough Trade called 202 Kensington Park Road home. "Instant Pop Expressionism Now!" is an ultramodern polyglot of smatterings that at once sound familiar, but you can't quite place it. Swell Maps? Happy Refugees? Monochrome Set?".
This is released on Philadelphia-based legendary label Siltbreeze. Really, this sounds like one of those releases they handle from Zaius Tapes.
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dislocated & whimper + daero or shae?
from this list!
sorry it took a while. I'm not 100% back writing wise yet. Or even 50% really :')
Content Warnings: tiny whump, failed escape attempt, falling from a height, dislocated joints, capture
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In his hurried escape from a human's garage, Shae abandons all caution or sense. The faerie scrambles through the clutter of an old wooden shelf, dodging tools and containers, heading towards a small, partly open window
A sudden splinter pierces his bare feet and Shae topples forward into a messy pile of twine. Thinking he's been caught, he struggles and thrashes, and in doing so only tangles his little limbs further.
Hurry, gotta hurry...he'll be back at any moment...
Shae gives up trying to free himself and continues his frantic dash to freedom, stumbling the whole way. The twine goes with him, all but a knotted loop at the end that catches on a nail in the wood.
At the last moment, just as he's about to reach the window sill, Shae stumbles. Instead of dropping out through the window, he finds himself falling down through a gap between the shelf and the wall.
The tangle of string around his body catches him at the edge for just a moment. One small moment of hope before it unwinds, sending Shae spiraling downward like a yo-yo. He can't even brace himself.
Mere inches before impact the loose twine runs out and snaps taut. The places where it is looped around the faerie's limbs tighten and end his fall abruptly.
The sharp and sudden stop knocks the breath from him. At the same time there are multiple pops accompanied by bursts of pain in both shoulders and one hip. It's so much, so fast, so painful, that he can't catch his breath again and passes out.
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That was hours ago.
Shae is awake now, and desperately wishes he wasn't.
"There you are."
The low voice rumbles far too close; the human's shadow blocks out the light from the open door.
A large hand reaches for him. It closes around him and pulls. The twine strains but doesn’t snap.
Shae feels like he might snap. The low simmering pain in his swollen joints rages. His mouth falls open. He can’t - can’t breathe -
When the human finally pulls him free Shae is dizzy with pain and nearly blacks out again. His limbs dangle limp from the man’s grip, adorned with rings of rope burn.
With what little breath he has he tries to beg for mercy, for gentleness...but all that comes out is a whimper.
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