#had that and ''book of power'' on loop from that album

[thewertsearch]

Asks Comp 4/8

The thing is, Davesprite's situation is more complicated than an unfulfilled time loop. His timeline isn't an irrelevant offshoot - in fact, it's integral to the existence of the Alpha Timeline, and presumably always was. Davesprite forms part of a weird, fully intact time loop which spans multiple timelines.

And since this is a future Dave, you have to assume he knows about Bro. The two clearly had a complicated relationship, but he's surely shaken by his death - if nothing else, it's a sign of how serious things have become.

That'll be a fun thing to check out when I've finished the comic! It reminds me of those Hunger Games simulators that were doing the rounds a couple of years ago.

That's true. Dave knows how strong the Underlings have become - and yet, he's still confident that Jade can stand up to them. Presumably she finds some sort of workaround for their First Guardian powers?

Sunslammer is so good! A standout song, even in a comic with as many bangers as this one.

Honestly, part of why I'm dragging my feet on the album reviews is because I want to hear these songs for the first time in context. If I'd heard Descend before watching Descend, I feel like it would have robbed the song of some of its dramatic weight.

I assumed it was just because witches are associated with frogs.

That would have explained why they're part of her Land, but I'm pretty sure that Kanaya's glitched planet was also a frog Land, and she's not a Witch, so...?

*The rest of Sal's response has been redacted, lest we fall once more into the Frog Theory Black Hole.*

I'm pretty sure that's a statue of Echidna, the mother of monsters and Jade's Denizen. Dave's probably close to LOFAF's Palace!

The Seer sees all - and sometimes, she understands the implications before we do.

It'd certainly be interesting. I just reread that conversation, and the biggest takeaway would have been that the kids were going to befriend the trolls, and get involved in their personal drama. This would certainly be consistent with the tone established by an Act 1 Hivebent!

Yup. Vriska was only able to 'create' Perfect Jack because Becquerel didn't object.

Really, he could have prototyped anything he liked, no matter what Vriska did. Even if she tried to shut the Entry down by incapacitating Jade, he could simply have activated the piñata himself.

I mean, that's basically what happened!

If any Aspect is geared around survival, then it's Feferi's. There's no breath left in her body, but our girl is still in the game!

Getting back to the trolls will be interesting, especially since - I assume - we'll be zipping back to when Feferi was still alive. The Veil is a much less friendly place, now - but does Feferi know this? What, exactly, is about to happen to the trolls?

I suppose. I guess there's no reason for every Carapacian to be created with knowledge of the Rings.

Actually, Sburb might not want them to know - Jack's probably not the only one who wouldn't respect the Ring's rules. There could be potential ringwielders out there who are far more dangerous.

Thank you! I feel like I've been doing a lot more character analysis in Act 5 versus previous Acts, where most of my speculation was about the lore. It's a fun change of pace.

Damn, I didn't think we'd actually be explaining these!

It's moments like these which really enhance the comic for me - justifications for things that I genuinely thought were just nitpicks on my part. It's really gratifying, honestly.

@thelegendofgreg asked: Here's some commentary from the jade enter flash, theres uh. alot to read but its all neat stuff "I talked about this way back, maybe even in an earlier book? Well, here I go again, so hold on to your ass. There are four entry items: Apple of knowledge, Bottle of wine, Crow's egg, Dog piñata. A, B, C, D. All of them are related to new life or new beginnings. You bite the apple, you fall from grace, enter a new world, begin this wild journey. You smash a bottle to christen a ship. An egg hatches, creating new life. You break a piöata to celebrate a birthday. Each involves breaking or puncturing something. Each involves a form of sustenance, or something to consume (piñatas have candy inside). Two are vessels for the substance (bottle, Piñata), two are the food items themselves (apple, egg), and one arguably counts as both (egg). Two of them drop from the same basic tree template (apple, piñata). They ramp up in complexity. John's is a simple test: bite the forbidden fruit. Not much to it. A single unit of departure, almost conceptually elemental, like an apple, as Rose goes on about later. The challenges get trickier. Rose has to break a bottle. Easy enough idea, but things go wrong, and she has to take a blind leap to get it done. A sacrificial gesture, and one of faith in a friend (Jaspers). Dave's is even more obscure. A simple test of patience, but one that's not clear. He isn't told what to do and just has to wait. Non-action is the key, and in a way it's another gesture of faith under dire circumstances. Finally, Jade's challenge incorporates a lot of these elements. It's another "blind faith" situation. She has to take a shot in the dark. There's a sacrificial gesture, but instead of risking herself (like Rose), Jade must symbolically sacrifice her friend via effigy and cannot complete the sacrifice without help from that friend. (Bec must redirect the bullet. There's no way this works if he doesn't.) It is also a signifier that the pet she knew as a friend her whole life is about to, in a way, become her enemy. Like a good dog gone bad, who now must be put down."

So they are all intended to be foodstuffs! And, apparently, alphabetical - although I think 'Crow's egg' is a bit of a stretch.

There are also themes of sacrifice and faith that I didn't really think about before. Choosing to enter Sburb at all, knowing the stakes, is absolutely a leap of faith - and it's a game which sacrifices your whole planet. Skaia's been telling us the score this whole time.

Homestuck absolutely deals with dark themes - but they start out buried under the surface, and even now, are still in the process of revealing themselves. This makes sense for Homestuck, a coming-of-age-story whose protagonists are slowly coming to terms with some dark truths about their lives.

Awful Hospital, however, immediately says: here's our protagonist. Her baby is dying. She just woke in a strange room. She doesn't know how she got here. Her baby has been stolen. There are monsters inside her brain. By the way, here's a quip, because this is actually a funny comic. It just felt... dissonant, and not in a fun way. I don't really know what it's going for, tonally.

Don't take this as a negative review, though! I only read a couple dozen pages, so I'm really not qualified to rate the comic - I just wasn't feeling it at the time, so I shelved it. I enjoy a lot of Bogleech's writing, and Awful Hospital's lore sounds pretty interesting, so I'll probably give it another shot at some point.

Not for the most part! I'm super into time travel stories, though, so I'm well-Primed to understand their intricacies.

So there might be intermittent stages between the four we've seen in the kids' session? That'd be interesting - I'd love to see the intermediary stage between John's 2D chessboard and Rose's 3D cube.

There are, at this point, too many awesome songs for me to pick favorites. Umbral Ultimatum and Sunslammer are excellent, but what songs aren't, at this point?

I can't imagine what we're in for when we reach the Act 5.2 finale...

Ooh, interesting. Considering how many accidental references Hussie seems to make, it's honestly up in the air whether that was intentional.

That said....

Jack is looking awfully divine these days.

I suppose Tavros has probably logged the most rocket-hours, yeah.

I'm sure all Breath Players probably learn to fly, unless there are some oddball classes which don't let you interact with your Aspect.

Anonymous asked: forwarding this message to you from someone who doesn't have a tumblr account. ~DJ "Important fact. Dave and Aradia both use musical instruments for time travel, but different ones. Aradia’s is a music box, it has a single prerecorded music, the only way to “play” it is to turn it so it plays the music that was always in it. Dave’s is turntables. They contain a preexisting music, but what you do with them is to jump, cut and shuffle this music, creating something new, having full control of it. - RM"

I like it! As Time Players, they both follow the set path of the Alpha Timeline - but Dave gets a little funky with it, multiplying himself with a complex series of time loops.

Aradia, ever the fatalist, instead turns to doomed clones for reinforcements. I don't think we've ever seen her make a stable loop.

#full liveblog #asks #act 5.2

[autisticlenaluthor]

Control

takes place after music but before lena

Three days pass before Kara tells anyone about what happened at the park. 

When she gets home, she slams her door so hard it crumbles right off the hinges, then locks herself in her closet with her favorite book.

She cries for nearly two hours– big, heavy tears that burn as they fall and clump up in her throat. She cries for Kal, who she didn’t mean to betray; cries because she never would’ve been so kind to a Luthor if she’d known who they were. Because she can’t believe she was so stupid– can’t believe she knew Lena’s last name this whole time but still managed to convince herself she wasn’t one of those Luthors. And then she cries because Lena really did seem like any other girl. No– she was even more interesting than the other girls Kara knows and maybe that’s what hurts so much.

She’d wanted to be her friend. Friends with a Luthor.

She hates herself for being so trusting. So naive. 

But then she thinks about Kal (she always goes back to him) and how for years, Lex had been his right-hand man. And it’s like a switch goes off in Kara’s brain. If Lena could lure her in a day, it no longer seems so perplexing how her cousin could’ve stayed by Lex’s side for so long. 

Knowing their mistake is shared makes things the tiniest bit easier. 

It’s what gives Kara the courage to leave the closet after Eliza finishes putting the door back in its frame, and crawl back into bed. She eats dinner half under the covers and for the rest of the day, refuses to speak. No, she can’t speak– she can’t do anything, she’s too paralyzed with anger and exhaustion and every other emotion under the sun. 

But at least she isn’t crying. So hey, it’s a start. 

The next morning, Kara feels like she’s risen from the dead. Her limbs are heavy– her eyes raw and red. Dark bags hang below them, sunken in like hollowed-out bruises. When Kara tries to toast her Pop-Tarts with her heat vision, all she gets is a headache and a weird look from Alex for squinting and grunting down at the plate. 

Eliza tells her she’s experiencing something called a solar flare. She’s burnt herself out and now her body needs time to recover before it can sustain its powers again. She says it’s like when a car runs out of gas or when humans hit a wall and need a few days to recuperate. Kara wants to be upset at the explanation but really, she isn’t sure it makes any sort of difference. Even if she had her powers, she’d be too tired to use them.  

So Kara spends the rest of the day on her side of the room with all her lights off. She tries to read but none of the words stay in her head. Instead, she listens to the Fearless album on her iPod on a loop– not quite awake but not quite asleep. She daydreams about Krypton and the science guild and how the sunset looked from the giant window in her old bedroom. And then she cries some more.

By day three, Kara is bored and restless. If her powers had returned, she’d speed through the clouds until all her excess energy was dispersed. But they haven’t. So she has to settle for periodically flapping her hands and jumping around her room to get rid of the feeling that tells her she’s about to explode. 

It isn’t until the middle of the afternoon, when Alex is at softball practice and the house is feeling uncharacteristically quiet, that Kara finally brings it up.

She finds Eliza on the sofa in the living room and sits beside her on the other end. She brings her legs up into her chest, awkwardly fiddling with the drawstring on her sweatpants as she tries to find the right words. It doesn’t take long for her to realize there are none. So Kara bites the bullet and comes right out with it.

“The girl I had to work with the other day…” she begins. “For the extra credit project… it was Lex Luthor’s sister.” 

Eliza’s eyes widen and she sets her book down, turning her full attention to Kara.

“Oh my… did she– she didn’t do anything o- or say anything to you, did she?”

Kara shakes her head. Her voice is quiet. Withdrawn, almost. 

“No. She was weirdly normal. She didn’t tell me who she was.” 

“How did you figure it out?”

Kara shrugs. “Some girls from her school came up to us when we were cleaning. And they– they started saying all these things to her and none of it made sense. So I asked and… they told me.”

“Oh.”

Eliza exhales, frowning.

“That must’ve been really hard.” 

“Yeah. I just… I can’t believe I didn’t know. I– I wanted to be her friend,” Kara says. Her hands start to shake as she speaks. Her throat feels too stiff– like it can’t properly wrap itself around her words. “I feel so gross. Like… dirty.”

“I bet,” Eliza responds, her voice soft. “I know how crazy the whiplash must be for you. But it’s not crazy you wanted to be her friend. You saw someone you liked and you wanted to get to know them. That doesn’t make you dirty.” 

Kara shakes her head and looks down, pressing the pad of her thumb against her nailbed. 

“Her brother tried to kill Kal. He’d want to kill me if he knew me. He– he doesn’t even know I exist and he hates me. And she’s his sister so she– she’d hate me too and she almost really did know me.”

She stops for a moment and clamps her mouth shut, hot tears prickling at her eyes. She thinks about Lena’s quiet, restrained laugh, and how different things would’ve been if she’d known. If neither of their identities had been a lie.

“I don’t want to see her again,” Kara says eventually. “I can’t– I can’t work with someone like her. Or like anyone in her family.” 

Eliza sucks in a breath. She nods, slowly, taking a second to gather her thoughts.

“Kara… what Lex did… it was horrible. And I know I can’t imagine how scary it must’ve been for you to see him go through that. Especially after everything you’ve lost.” 

My world. Kara wants to correct her. I lost my whole world. 

“But Lena is only– what, fifteen, give or take? And I- I’m not saying you have to be friends with her or even like her. All of that is up to you. But she doesn’t have any control over what her family does. Lex is a grown man who can take the fall on his own. But Lena– she’s still a kid… just like you.” 

“She’s not like me,” Kara whispers. “She’s nothing like me.”

“Maybe she isn’t. But we don’t know her,” Eliza says. “Just like she doesn’t know you.”

#supercorptober2023 #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #look at me making all my characters autisitc #high school au

[skrunksthatwunk]

went back to the sketchbooks around when i was going through yyh for the first time in 2019 and found a pile of near-yearly sticky note updates about my relationship with the series next to my first yyh doodles, a page full of kuwabaras. thought it'd be fun to share

+ more thoughts and old yyh art below

(it's crazy i didn't find any kurama-centric pages for months bc i think he's the one i doodled in the margins of class notes and stuff the most. his hair's pwetty and he gives me the least trouble outta any of the main 4)

something i noticed while skimming the two sketchbooks i took these from was how mean i was to myself at the time about my art. i guess it hit me more because i don't really spend hours going through my old sketchbooks over and over to track my progress and growth like i used to quite often. i guess it was only a little after when my self esteem was lowest (8th grade, tale as old as time), but... idk. i knew back then that i'd grown a lot in the few years since i started drawing more seriously (that's why i looked through my art so much), but like... i guess that never translated into being nice to myself about it. i ended up going back through about ten more sketchbooks to find more yyh art, and in the coming years i'm glad to say that negativity in the margins went away. hell yeah

but even so, my love for yyh was a constant and effusive thing, as it is now. it's probably the oldest of my current media interests. i watched myself get into rgg and develop my ocs and watched others fade in and out, watched my style loop back on itself and go all over the place, passed by pages of writing about crushes and album releases and gender discoveries and my grandparents dying, all surrounded by little drawings of the characters i love. including kuwabara in a maid dress right next to my dead grandma grief rambling that one time (no i'm not kidding. my grandma died in like late 2020 and the page where i poured my heart out after finding out she was gone just trying to process everything had one with catboy maid dress kuwabara directly opposite it, who i'd drawn like the evening before she died in her sleep. he killed my grandma from like 100 miles away he was that powerful. that wasn't even the last time i drew him like that and i don't even care about catboys or maid dresses much. i think it was just a bigger meme and he was the guy i most associated with cats. i put that man in a situation and he fucking got her because the book couldn't contain him. some victor frankenstein shit. anyway)

i took about 150 pictures, most with multiple sketches. i decided not to add any more though bc 1) i posted some of them on old accounts but i don't remember which ones, and tbh i value my anonymity a little too much 2) All Of The Pictures Turned Out Bad in ways i don't feel like getting into but just trust me it's like 6 layers of fucked up illegible image bullshit 3) i found it hard to narrow it down to things i felt were indicative of the development or interesting or anything like that. idk. i figured it was an interesting exercise for me and it probably wouldn't really mean anything to anyone else. and that's ok :) it was nice anyway. i mostly mention it to be like Oh My God i've drawn these guys a lot and i STILL don't know what i'm doing... :| it's fun

however i did transcribe the notes i left:

7/9/19: yo it's been less than a week & i'm on ep. 80 wtf i love this show

8/14/20: 1/2way thru my 3rd watch (first dub, first [with older sibling]) & honestly still love it & kuwabara being the first one i drew makes me happy

7/28/21: i'm watching it w/ [younger sibling] now! 4th(ish) watch, 2nd time through the dub, which is so much better than the sub really elevates the text. we're at the semifinals of the DT, which means this is technically my 5th time through yyh up until that point but eh semantics anyway i still love & obsess over yyh! <3

1/14/24 (present day): hey, i'm rewatching yyh for the.. idk 5th or 6th time. still love it & never stopped. now i'm writing fic & drawing & posting about it. i have friends i talk to about it. [both siblings] have seen it. so much has changed, and so little, but it made me sad seeing how much i insulted my own art. i love you 2019 me. god knows you needed it

[+ this drawing]:

anyway. forever fornever. if you even care

#that's all. just kind of a personal post i thought was neat. skrunklore #skrunkart #yyh #yu yu hakusho #you can really feel the 14 y/o in a lot of the little notes and stuff but that too is part of the growth and change im trying to celebrate. #ripping my fingernails off about it but it needs to be done #also the hearts are because they love each other. and also me in like a cheering you on kinda way #ok more lore but around jr year i started feeling like my art was getting worse or at least stagnating and i kind of wished i could go back #to the era where a lot of that art is from bc there were little things i was better at and also bc i was much more prolific and adventurous #and while i'm sympathetic to it looking back after another couple of years it's like nah. no i was still growing i was just too close to se #like i'll be like oughh i haven't grown at all in years >:(( and then i'll look at the art i made over the course of 2023 and go oh nvm lol #some of it was more 'getting back into the swing of things' + traditional and tech issues being resolved but there was also growth #there is also stuff to be proud of and there always is and there always will be. that goes for you too reader #no matter what your art does or does not look like. i guess that's part of why im posting this too #part of what got me into visual art was seeing how people's art changed (sketchbook tours). it's cool and seeing that learning process so #well preserved and so easily analyzed kinda activated something in my brain. i think it got me past a lot of the 'im just not talented' #stuff a lotta ppl have that keeps them from drawing or sharing it or whatever. anyway art's cool i love art. gonna go draw now probably :D #ALSO really funny watching the way i drew myself change. all in ways that make sense but still funny to me. long hair glasses girl you'd #probably keel over if you saw what we look like now. hell yeah

[prose-mortem]

Stars Collide by Rachel Lacey ARC Review

Rating: 4/5 Stars

Stars Collide is a lovely sapphic romance that takes its time with all the delicious details!

Anna and Eden are two stars in the music industry who decide to collaborate for a shared tour. Anna is a 27-year-old rising star who wants to grow her fan base and generate a larger presence in the music world, while Eden, a 36-year-old, seems to be fading out of the limelight as a recent divorcee whose most recent album release did not do as well as she had hoped. Anna has been obsessed with Eden since girlhood, and since she has left her abusive ex (Camille) in the past, she can't help being starry-eyed over touring with her childhood idol. Eden is lonely after ending her marriage with her husband and is uncertain about what to do next with her life and her career. Anna is an out and proud pansexual while Eden is hetero… Or so she has thought for many years.

As the two women launch their tour and deal with the difficulties of being celebrities in the spotlight, they develop a close relationship with each other. Anna is afraid of scaring Eden off since all initial signals indicate that Eden is straight, and Eden's role as Anna's newfound mentor- and the fact that she has the upper hand in their tour contract- reminds Anna of the old power dynamics between Anna and her abusive ex. Eden has always believed that she just can't connect to romance in the same way other people seem to, so when she starts experiencing fireworks around Anna, it throws her for a loop. Can sexuality change over a person's lifetime? Has she learned something new about herself that she simply did not know before? The need to generate positive responses from fans to save Eden's failing career, alongside Anna's inexperience in the music industry creates an urgent background as the two women bond and develop feelings that have the power to change the course of their futures.

I loved the entire ride! Stars Collide is a slow-burn romance with two extremely likable FMCs. I read a lot of sapphic romances, and sometimes I skew toward really liking one character and not liking the other one at all, which ruins the book for me. Not so with this one! Lacey has done a superb job creating flawed characters who are 100% human, but who are people I would love to meet in real life. Watching Anna mature as a stage performer and Eden find her confidence in intimate relationships made the book unputdownable. I read it in a single afternoon! I am so thankful the author wrote an older (not old, just older than the average 19-year-old FMC in romances) character who discovers her sexual orientation later in life, rather than in teenagehood. I often find myself going to read YA contemporaries to find coming-out stories, but there aren't as many in adult fiction. I know so many people will feel seen because of this representation since many people do not figure out their entire sexual or gender profile in their teen years. Self-discovery takes place all throughout a person's life, and I love the fact that this was explored in Stars Collide!

Thank you to NetGalley, Rachel Lacey, and the publishers at Montlake for sending me an e-ARC! I will definitely be placing this on my list of top sapphic romances to recommend to friends and followers.

#stars collide #rachel lacey #elyrria'sbookreviews #book recommendation #book reviews #romance books #sapphic romance #sapphic books #stardom #music industry #performers #netgalley #arc review #self discovery

[bookdisasters]

Photo Link : CHUTTERSNAP

Play it as it lays : Hollywood and the absence of choice. (Spoilers.)

TW: Abortion, Medical Trauma, Abuse of Power.

I’m a big fan of Lana Del Rey, so much so I got my first tattoo dedicated to her. Her album “Born To Die” has influenced the female-pop world, inspiring other artists like Taylor swift and Halsey. She is the one who interested me in the romanticization of hollywood. It’s not something I knew much about, as I am not a big movie or TV show watcher. Unfortunately I can’t spend my whole time writing about Lana Del Rey and my love for her albums, she is an important part of my critical reading journey. I had already read classics before (Frankenstein, Giovanni’s Room, Jane Eyre.) I had not ventured too far from what I found comfortable. I’ve just started Lolita by Vladymir Nabokov after reading an article where she credited it as one of her favourite books. The novel is often misunderstood (Even by Lana herself in her song titled ‘Lolita’) It has opened my eyes on the meaning and importance of reading critically and not just for fun. Although I still read the sappy and all around cheesy love stories, because why not? 

I mostly read and consume media in much smaller quantities. (Instant gratification at its best.) Hollywood isn’t something that I've explored. And of course this excessive romanticisation of Hollywood became clear to me as something bad, I made the decision to dive deeper. There was nothing wrong with me enjoying the aesthetic that influenced Lana Del Rey’s music, but there was something wrong with ignoring it and pretending to not understand it. 

Play it as lays is a novel written by Joan Didion. It's a fiction novel set in the 1960’s following the character Maria Wyeth. She is thirty-one years old. She is married to a film director in hollywood. Maria (Pronounced: Mar-I-Ah) is stuck in an endless loop of depression. Her husband Carter is a power hungry man, after Carter realises she’s pregnant with her affair’s child he forces her to have an abortion to be able to continue seeing their child Kate who has a psychiatric mental health problem. Although this seems not to have a connection to hollywood it was common according to an article written in Vanity Fair titled: Classic Hollywood’s Secret: Studios Wanted Their Stars to Have Abortions. This is a fictitious version of these women's stories. 

Maria struggles after this, the doctor in a horrifying graphic scene tells Maria to not cry because “This is what she wanted.” This implies choice. And this comes back to why this is also considered to be one my favourite and one of the most powerful novels i’ve ever read, it describes exactly what women have been trying to tell men around them their whole lives. The absence of choice. Choice for an abortion, Choice to leave and the Choice to live. I’ve felt trapped before, oftentimes men feel as though they are entitled to your space and this novel has enlightened me, to the women around me. It’s easy to romanticize something when wanting it so bad that you can’t truly see what you don’t want to.

#book review #school project #books #joan didion #play it as it lays #reviews #review

[jminter]

Music On Main events has audiences 'Listening. Together' again

Music on Main has a host of live music events coming this spring for audiences to enjoy listening together again.  As spring blooms, the Capilano String Quartet make their Music on Main debut at the Fox Cabaret on March 21st.  Vancouver’s newest string quartet features four astonishing musicians: Timothy Steeves and Jae-Won Bang, violins; Marina Thibeault, viola; and Jonathan Lo, cello.  When the members of the Capilano String Quartet were asked what audiences will feel when listening to their music making, they said the performance will reveal the nature of suffering, and music’s ability to heal, to unite, and to transform one’s self.

Music On Main presents Capilano String Quartet March 21st at Fox Cabaret photo: Bo Huang Then onstage March 28th, at Christ Church Cathedral, Music on Main presents Vicky Chow Plays Philip Glass.  A highly anticipated homecoming, Vancouver-raised new music superstar Vicky Chow returns from New York to perform legendary composer Philip Glass’ Piano Études, Book 1 in an otherworldly, powerful joining of two immense musical talents. “Both Vicky Chow and Philip Glass exude an effortless brilliance in their music, and are beautifully paired as performer and composer,” says David Pay, Artistic Director of Music on Main. “We’re very excited to welcome Vicky home to Vancouver, and especially to Music on Main where she was our first Artist in Residence in 2018.”

Music on Main presents Vicky Chow March 28 at Christ Church Cathedral photo: Kaitlin Jane Photography April 12th to 15th, Music on Main and SFU Woodward's Cultural Programs present Graveyards and Gardens, at the Fei and Milton Wong Experimental Theatre at the SFU Goldcorp Centre for the Arts. Created and performed by Pulitzer Prize-winning composer Caroline Shaw and Vancouver-based choreographer Vanessa Goodman, the atmospheric sound-and-dance installation will be performed live in Vancouver for the first time, featuring both artists in collaboration on stage. The work made its world premiere livestream presented by Music on Main in January 2021. “We have had the privilege of watching this duo create together since introducing them in 2015. Caroline Shaw was Music on Main’s composer in residence, and I felt her aesthetics would resonate deeply with Vanessa Goodman whom I knew through Vancouver’s dance scene,” says David Pay, Artistic Director of Music on Main. “Their innate connection is so inspiring, melding their two extraordinary artistic voices to create a transcendent experience that speaks to the greater loop of our existence within the natural world.”

Music on Main presents Caroline Shaw (left) and Vanessa Goodman (right) in Graveyards and Gardens, April 12-15 at the Fei and Milton Wong Experimental Theatre at the SFU Goldcorp Centre for the Arts Photo: Dayna Szyndrowski In May, Music on Main presents back-to-back performance by Gabriel Kahane at The Annex; The Book of Travelers on May 10th, followed by Magnificent Bird on May 11th. Returning as Artist in Residence, Kahane invites audiences on his lyrical journey of Book of Travelers. The solo vocal and piano performance tells the story of attempting to rediscover and celebrate our collective humanity in the face of a broken and divided nation. For the second show, Kahane’s latest album Magnificent Bird chronicles the final month of a year spent off the internet. Joined by the the Capilano String Quartet, for a performance filled with songs of grief, nostalgia, shame, and salvation, his set is a look into daily life amidst the chaos of the 21st century. Music on Main is offer both The Book of Travelers and Magnificent Bird in a “pay what you will” ticket model, recognizing that personal finances should not be a barrier to engaging with live music. Find for details and tickets for all of this spring’s Music on Main’s events online at musiconmain.ca/events Read the full article

[goboymusic]

Happy Sunday. #HouseOfTheDragon TONIGHT. YEAH!!!!! Seriously, I haven’t been this pleased with the writing of a series since Breaking Bad and the Game of Thrones seasons that were based on George R R Martin’s books. Deliberately avoided source material, so each episode has surprised me.

Made in October 2020, “Basement Song” is GoBoy’s Halloween song. It revolves around the looping melody that repeats “come with me and I will show you my diamonds and my gold, in the basement of my home, at the bottom of a hole.” Originally, that melody was meant to play during one short part of the song, but it was so enjoyable that I scrapped the original song and structured a new song around it.

Before “Basement Song,” ten or so poppy songs were produced, one after the other, each having a similar vibe. It was becoming very monotonous. Changing things up felt necessary, and making something dark and creepy was intriguing. Something that didn’t fit with the other songs on the album.

This was the song that taught me how to use buss tracks. Many producers would scratch their heads at that comment, as bussing should be one of the first things you learn. Yeah, I waited until song 94 because I’m dumb. With all of the EQ automations across multiple tracks, bussing was a lifesaver.

Waves OVox was used for the vocoder. The verses are 100% vocoder. The chorus is 50% vocoder.

Beat + bass + melody. That’s the style of GoBoy 5 (this paragraph is an excerpt from post 80). While I’ve appreciated this minimalistic style for years, “Tell My Mama (Song 42)” was the first time trying it. I went whole-hog with GoBoy 5, in which most songs primarily consist of a beat, bass and melody.

In April, 2021, almost all of GoBoy 3, 4 and 5 songs were restructured to be under 2m 30s, including this song. In an attempt to increase replay value in this streaming era, most of GoBoy’s songs are now purposely around 2m 20s.

A bass boost was added to songs 37-99 in Nov, 2021, while I had covid (this paragraph is an excerpt from post 38). As a result, this song feels more powerful. The bass boost isn’t a simple plugin nonchalantly added to each song. It’s a process that took about 3.5 hours per song, or one whole month to complete all songs. Admittedly, I pushed the bass boost a little too far for some of them. The bass in some songs sounds like a freaking earthquake (unnecessarily pronounced low frequencies 20 - 50 Hz). Might dial that back someday. The bass boost was also applied to every song on GoBoy 6 and beyond.

#GoBoy #Basement #BasementSong #94

[pennstateuniversitypress]

An Image of Seventeenth-Century Angolan “Aristocrats”

Cécile Fromont, author of Images on a Mission in Early Modern Kongo and Angola, discusses the most important images from the book and what we can learn from them.

On a spare yellow ground and in front of an expansive blue sky, two men and two women, “aristocrats” from Angola, stand animatedly, dressed in impressive regalia. The seventeenth-century watercolor depicts the men bare chested with their legs wrapped in white and blue stripped cloth. Animal pelts hang at their waists, tied with red ribbons that also enhance their arms and heads. Feather headdresses crown their heads, and red lines highlight their eyes. They hold decorated bows and arrows, and one of them grasps a fan-shaped axe. The women next to them wear long lengths of colorful cloth, damask perhaps, or chintz, wrapped in many layers under long black cloaks. Thin white lines cross their faces along the edges of their noses and across their eyes, enhancing their delicate features. Feathers or flowers in their hair, shiny earrings, and bracelets of coral complete their elegant outfits. 

My first encounter with this image was a revelation. It depicted what I had often imagined in reading descriptions of seventeenth-century Angolan clothing and regalia. There were the dark blue cloth imported from West Africa, the chintz from India, the Dutch-traded coral, and the animal pelts that slave traders would later know to bring in industrial quantities to the coast about which I had read so often in written accounts of the region. Proudly worn, tastefully combined, and in motion, the items came to life in the watercolor with a vibrancy unmatched by even the most evocative descriptions. 

As a child staring at the bedroom ceiling, or as an adult contemplating the looping cursive of written documents in the archive, I, like every historian, have daydreamed of finding a window that would open into past worlds. There, I would lean on the sill, now a time traveler, and let sights, smells, and sounds immerse me in what otherwise would have always remained an elusive and forever-absent past.

I have never found such a window except in short flashes. The first sight and first touch of letters penned by the hand of a historical figure I studied—the spit marks, the doodles, the fragments of cloth, seeds, or plants stuck between pages of codices—have been electrifying moments. Touch, smell, sight, and sound in these archival encounters, and even the taste they would suggest to my mouth, collapsed time and space in fleeting flashes of transchronological intimacy. Soon, however, the vertiginous and ephemeral crack closed, and the past recoiled into its insuperable, cold distance. 

But my work as a historian of visual and material culture has also brought me face to face with portals of another kind: historical objects and images such as that I desribed above, depicting, according to its gloss “aristocrats of Angola.” Not unlike the chimerical windows, these documents create powerful channels linking past and present. Their persistent materiality connects makers, users, and viewers through time and effectively ushers a dense array of information from the era of their making into our own. 

And it is a marvel (to use the early modern phrase) that they in fact offer much more than windows into the past ever could. Their material, their form, their contents, their trajectory through the ages, all form a deep and broad space that does not merely enjoin observation but demands and rewards analysis. It is not through spectatorship, but through critical attention, that their lines, curves, washes, grooves, and tears give contours to the past. 

Images on a Mission pursues the rewards of critical attention to images such as the Aristocrats of Angola watercolor and the larger corpus of images to which it belongs. The style and format of the vignette, akin to costume albums, tell us about the cultural, religious, social, and political forces that shaped the Italian Capuchin friar’s view of the men and women he encountered on his mission to central Africa and depicted on the page. Its colorful representation of mores and customs brings to life sartorial practices in seventeenth-century central Africa. The painting further offers a vivid record of cross-cultural encounter between friar and Angolans and, beyond that, bears witness to the African elites’ many aesthetic, social, and political choices, some immediate, others deeply historical, that have led to the sartorial display unfolding in the image.

Images on a Mission reckons with these and many other dimensions of the visual productions that emerged in the midst of the seventeenth- and eighteenth-century Capuchin mission to Kongo and Angola. It moves its readers to see anew, or for the first time, early modern central Africa not as a vista observed comfortably from the sill of a window but as a complex historical object to measure up and analyze in among the manifold dimensions that images and objects channel from then to now.

Images on a Mission in Early Modern Kongo and Angola will be available from Penn State University Press in July. Find more information and pre-order the book here: https://www.psupress.org/books/titles/978-0-271-09218-8.html. Save 30% with discount code NR22.

#Art History #Eighteenth Century #Seventeenth Century #Early Modern #Kongo #Angola #Africana Studies #Africa #Religious Studies #Religious History #History #PSU Press #Penn State University Press #Books #New Books #Book #New Book

[sakurai-keiwa]

I've had "Rewrite the Story" on loop for days, so I knew I had to do something about that. I miss these three every day...

#had that and ''book of power'' on loop from that album #dang is the saber ost good.... #kamen rider #kr saber #kamen rider saber #rintaro shindo #touma kamiyama #kento fukamiya #rewrite the story #my art #I miss them so much I can barely even get into r/evice tbh. but I will eventually prob..

[marvel-ousnesss]

Hand in Hand

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Summary: Y/N and Harry the night of the Brits.

word count: 2806

masterlist 

A/N: I wrote most of this on my phone so sorry for any typos or mistakes. Lots of love 💜💜💜

“Y/N, Y/N!”

You approached the source of the storm of voices with a wide grin on your face. You still couldn't hide the thrill that your fans brought you, nor you could stop yourself from just hanging with them for a bit. You ambled through the red carpet exchanging smiles and posing for selfies until you reached the end of the path.

When you stepped inside, you greeted a few other people who had arrived at the event and went to freshen up a bit so you could pose for some photos.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and grinned widely. You felt like the girl singing covers in her room, yet here you were, attending your first-ever music awards as a nominee —with one of the best albums of the year under your arm.

As you made your way back from the restroom, you felt a presence behind you. Before you could turn around, they spoke.

"Well hey, fancy seeing you here.” Harry's voice was raspy, tinted with mischief.

You stopped, turned toward him with an amused half-smile.

"Right back at you,” you joked back. “Do you come here often?"

He exhaled a fruity laugh and smiled at you, finally allowing his gaze to drift down onto your figure and then back to up to meet your own. "You look… wow."

He made you blush with almost no effort but you were quick to cover it up, doing your best to get rid of the tension that seemed to constantly glide around the two of you.

"Well, don't you look 'wow' yourself", you smirked.

It had been going on for a few months now; flirting here and there, hanging out at parties, and even a few dates which you had tried to keep out of the spotlight. Nevertheless, headlines hadn't stopped gushing on about 'the newest, freshest face of the industry' and the 'beloved, eclectic Harry Styles.'

Looping your arm around his you subtly prompted him to continue walking toward the awaiting cameras, where you were headed before bumping into him. He obliged, smoothly guiding you through the crowd of crew members, press, and artists.

After a moment of hesitation, his hand traveled to the small of your back. When you felt his tender fingers against the silk of your gown, you lifted your head to look at him.

"So, what’s the game-plan for tonight?”

“Y’know how ‘t goes,” he explained. “Step one: performance, step two: get hold of all the tiny statues, step three: world domination.”

You laughed, but insisted, “really, how’re you doing; ready?”

Even if he seemed to be perfectly collected, you knew that tonight’s show had his head spinning. This was gonna be his first live performance of the year, and, to be honest, you thought it was admirable that he decided to go through with it after what had happened that weekend.

“‘m just a mess of nerves and excitement right now. Tonight needs to be brilliant.”

He didn’t wanna talk about Caroline’s death and you were ok with it, so you didn’t push on the topic.

“I’m sure it’ll be. The whole album’s just amazing; and, you know, the guy who sings it isn’t that bad either.”

He chuckled lightly, then sighed, “just hope I make it justice.”

You smiled, “you will.”

That’s when you found yourselves between the gray wall upholstered with logos and brand names and the army of photographers equipped with cameras of all sizes.

You both faced them and quickly displayed your best angles.

Offering a smirk as he fixed the collar of his blazer, Harry asked, “what ‘bout you, eyes on the prize, I assume?”

You turned around with grace, so that the back of your outfit was visible, then faced the cameras over your shoulder.

“Well, yeah,” you sighed dramatically. “But, to be frank, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep them there with you looking so dashingly handsome.”

His eyes widened for a second and he let out a ringing laugh, his cheeks reddening slightly. It was truly a beautiful sight. However, no longer than a moment later, he concealed the gentle blush with a snort and a devious grin, which he directed at the cameras.

“I know ’m irresistible, love,” he smirked. “And I hate to tell you this, but I‘m ‘a be professional tonight, no funny business.” His tone was dripping with feigned seriousness.

"Your loss," you flipped your hair.

_______

You guided Y/F/N to the table where your team had been placed. Being honest, she was thrilled to be there with you, but also quite surprised that you had honored the promise you both made back in middle school. When you had first told her about your YouTube channel —after a fair amount of bugging on her part—, she had shown complete support and joked about being your date to the met gala. But, as the met was still clearly out of your league and you had missed the Grammys because of your mom’s birthday, here you were.

She already knew your manager so you introduced her to the rest of them before taking a seat, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening.

The first few minutes were full of laughter and conversation. When the event officially began, you watched the presentations with a gaping mouth and cheered hastily when every award was presented.

Before you knew, it was already time for Harry’s performance. You bit the inside of your lip when he climbed upstage, effortlessly rocking a lace jumpsuit that gave a deific, but simple air to him.

“Can’t believe you turned that down to bring me,” your friend whispered to you.

“Seriously?, my first ever-awards were something I needed to share with you, dork.”

“Awww, friend.”

“Aww”, you mocked, then hit her shoulder lightly. “Shush, let me listen.”

Everything happening on stage was truly breathtaking. You mouthed the lyrics as your gaze followed his every move. His eyes were full of stars and his voice was so flooded with emotion that it made chills run down your spine.

“I’ll rip his throat out with my teeth if he ever fucks up.”

Those words somewhat pulled you out of your daze-like state. Part of you wanted to ask her what she meant, but it was no use. For her, you were an open book, so you didn’t even try to hide how bad you had fallen.

Only with a glance your way, Y/F/N managed to catch the way in which your eyes twinkled when you looked at him and the way you blushed ever so slightly when she brought him up.

You tried to conceal the impact of her words with a sip of your drink, to which she responded with a smug wink.

The following half an hour or so went by uneventful. You nearly fainted when Lizzo performed, and it didn’t get better when you discovered she was but a few tables away from you, next to where Harry had been placed. A couple of categories where presented and the moment you dreaded the most arrived.

Celeste was flawless on stage, and you couldn’t be happier for her. Yet, as you listened to her song, your brows were glued in a frown and the corners of your mouth seemed to weigh a ton. It was time for the rising star award, and then came international female solo —to which you had been nominated.

You turned your head to the side when you heard the scratching of a chair against the floor, and offered a quivering smile to Harry, who had not so discreetly sneaked to your table.

“Hey,” he mumbled, taking hold of one of your hands under the table.

“Hey.”

Celeste’s speech, which ended before you would’ve wanted, was followed by Sporty’s introduction to your category. You tried to stay positive as the nominees were announced.

Y/F/N managed to dodge Harry and get her hand on your shoulder. She gave him an awkward attempt of a smile, then looked at you. “You got this.”

You nodded at her words but, not so deep down, you knew this wasn’t gonna be your year.

“I’m so excited, they’re all so brilliant,” Sporty began.

Harry’s grip tightened on your hand while she opened the envelope, and you barely heard him mumble, “come on.”

That’s when the winner was announced. Billie’s name echoed through the speakers across the place and your face fell for a few seconds.

You were quick to recover and clapped just as eagerly as you had for the rest of the winners, but the smile plastered on your face quivered a bit as you swallowed a wave of disappointment.

That changed when she got to the stage, that’s when utter pride kicked in. While Billie said a few words in acceptance of the award, Jack Whitehall made his way to the table and squeezed a chair between you and Harry. You let out a snicker as he clumsily tried to sit comfortably, then you moved a bit back.

He was given his cue by the camera guy and began.

“Congratulations, to Billie Eilish! Now, I’m just so excited to be here with this power couple who, for some reason, are not officially a couple yet.”

"Glad to have you."

His eyes drifted between the two of you, then settled on Harry. “Harold, you’ve been coming to the brits for 10 years. Not to make you feel old.” Then he looked at you. “Y/N, on the other hand, this is your very first time here.”

"Yup," you chuckled. "Total newbie."

“Sorry for the stock question, but how’s it feeling so far? Kidding, we don’t wanna talk about that, do we? I bet you’ve already got at least five rehearsed versions of the answer to that question.”

You snorted.

“Let’s get to the point here.“ Jack leaned closer to the table, to which you responded by mimicking his posture. “Ever since the ‘Up All Night’ era, when Harold here was just a lad with his little bow tie and a mop on his hair, he’s been a ladies man.

Harry scoffed and waved his hand dismissively.

"And, as such, he can only be paired to someone like you,“ he pointed his finger at you in mock accusation, “my dear Y/N, who has been leaving a fair share of lads and ladies’ hearts broken —including my own— ever since your very flare-up on that strange platform which somehow houses both Rebecca Black’s ‘Friday’ and your phenomenal album ‘Tears of Blade’. However, putting my broken heart aside, I wanna Know… you didn’t come as each other’s date, why’s that?"

Harry took a sip of his drink, "I tried, but she turned me down."

Jack faked shock. "Should I get my hopes up then?"

"Oh no, none of that."You shook your head. "I just brought a friend tonight."

His mouth opened in realization, then he smirked, wiggling his brows. "Not to intrude, but… a special friend of yours or a friend friend."

You threw your head back, laughing, then said, "Jack, this is Y/F/N. Y/F/N, Jack."

"Hi." She stretched out her hand, which the host gladly took.

“I like the way your hand fits in mine,” he gushed.

——————————

You struggled to stay awake in the car to your place, your eyelids didn’t seem to be obeying you anymore and your head was feeling too heavy for you to lift. Harry chuckled when he looked at you, bringing you closer to him so you could use him as a pillow. For the rest of the ride, he quietly hummed to the music playing and did what he could to ignore the feeling of numbness that was beginning to invade his arm.

You woke up when the car stopped and raised your head, scanning your surroundings. When your gaze met Harry’s, you smiled. He grabbed your purse and helped you out of the car, then you both took the lift to your apartment.

"Make yourself at home," you said, taking off your coat and shoes.

"Thanks, love." He hanged his blazer on the rack by the door, together with his vest and the purple pashmina that adorned his neck.

After changing into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, you made your way to the living room and found Harry, neck deep into your fridge. That's when you recalled you hadn't done any grocery shopping.

"Tell me if you find something, my fridge's just sad to even look at," you jested, standing behind him.

"S'not that bad. I mean, carrots, beer, tortillas, we could do wonders out of this," he scoffed, still looking for something worth looting.

After no avail, he closed the door.

"Or… we could order pizza."

He chortled, "Y/N/N, we ate like an hour ago."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

He sighed, letting himself fall to the couch in fake exasperation. "Woman, you’re a bad influence." Now, that was a yes.

You giggled when he ended up sitting on the floor, then taunted, "worried your Gucci suits won’t fit you anymore?"

"Ha-ha very funny." Harry settled on the floor, grabbing one of the decorative pillows.

"C’ mere," he patted the spot beside him.

"The couch’s right there."

"So?"

"So?" you mocked, "you come here." You clumsily sat on the couch, but he grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the floor. You let out a squeal but, taking advantage of the boost he had given you, managed to place yourself on top of him, caging his body between yours and the couch.

You were about to gloat, but he placed a hand on your waist and used the weight of his body to push you back, turning the cards.

"You got me where you want me, what are you gonna do?" When you spoke, your voice came out quieter than intended.

Harry's hand found the hem of your shirt and he began tugging it faintly, brushing your skin ever so slightly. He looked at your lips for a moment, then your eyes.

"'Ve got a few ideas-" his words were drowned by the doorbell ringing.

"Fuck," he groaned, head burying in the crook of your neck. Your fingers curled around his silky locks, then you mumbled, "I have to get up, you know."

He grumbled something else, but you pushed him off you.

You received the pizza and locked the door, proceeding to put the cardboard box on the marble counter. As you cut the tape with a small knife, Harry joined you in the kitchen. Stepping behind you, he placed his hands on your sides and a kiss on the line where your neck met your shoulder.

"Patience is a virtue, Harold," you teased.

"Don't care."He rested his head on your shoulder but his hands carried on with the feathery strokes.

Just then, you opened the box and swiftly turned around, giving him a quick peck before stepping out of his grasp.

"Help yourself," you instructed while grabbing two beers from the fridge.

After giving him one, you took hold of a slice and walked toward your previous spot on the living room floor. "Don’t know bout you, but I’m starving."

Harry followed with the box in hand, after settling once again, he placed the box between the two of you and grabbed the remote control.

You shook your head and scoffed, "all that wailing and you're just as hungry as I am."

"Not my fault that the bloody doorbell killed the mood." He took another bite.

Three beers per head later, as the credits of Dirty Dancing rolled up the screen, the pizza had been discarded long ago. You hummed to the credits song as your head rested on his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hands playing with your hair.

"Thanks for tonight," he mused.

"What d'you mean?" You adjusted yourself so that you were looking up at him.

"Just, you know, "he hesitated, finding the words. "You made sure it was a great night."

Your mouth opened in realization before you smiled, lifting one of your hands to his cheek. “That's what 'm here for." Then you sat up, and joked, "besides, 's only fair to admit that, for a business night, it was fun."

"You break my heart, love" he sighed, "all your business partners get after parties like tonight’s?"

"Nah," you avowed, "just the cute ones."

"I'm relieved, then." He pulled you to him by the waist.

You beamed, throwing your head back, "you're unbelievable."

When you straightened up, after your laugh died down, his gaze found your lips once more and he leaned in. "Can I kiss you?"

Your hands moved up to the back of his neck and, without a word, you pressed your lips to his.

Requests open!

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[justasparkwritings]

Illicit Affairs: Beautiful Rooms Pt. 1

Previous: You Made Me

Pairings: Namjoon & Reader (Barely)

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life 

Ratings: PG15

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Therapy and Swearing 

Summary: Namjoon arrives in LA to begin the work he promised he would do. 

Listen: illicit affairs by Taylor Swift

           Namjoon lays in his plane-bed, headphones blasting D-2, Daechwita, on a blind loop. The sky is dark, 30,000+ feet in the air, he knows he should be sleeping, resting at the bare minimum. But he can’t, melatonin not kicking in just yet, and his mind is too wired, filled with concerns.

           Over a two months ago, after the reckoning, Namjoon put his plans into action. You can’t take managements King, and Queen, and bishops and rooks, without having a plan for total annihilation. Namjoon decided, though without much discussion with Jungkook, what they both needed. What would be the best for both of them, and the rest of Bangtan, was guarantees in their contracts that Bang and Co wouldn’t manipulate them anymore. No more calorie counting, no more extra pay for working out more, no more using Namjoon as a weapon against Jungkook or the others. To do this, Namjoon brought in other lawyers who negotiated with Bang’s team, and in the end the seven men amended their contracts. Gone were the clauses about who they could date, gone was the clause that they couldn’t date, period, gone was Run BTS and the trickery management went through to get the men to perform. They would have ownership of their work going forward, and ownership of their work all the way back to the first Love Yourself album.

           Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok, Yoongi and Jin were shocked when their contracts were handed back, careful to read through the changes. They’d been floored, wondering how Namjoon and Jungkook’s brawl could’ve resulted in this swift change in their deals. Namjoon had put it simply: change or we sue. Big Hit knew that if BTS sued them, they’d take the house, the plastic plants in the lobby, the stock options and the futures of every person on the label. They had the option to lose everything, or to surrender, tails between their legs, to the gods that are BTS.

           Namjoon knew that if this had happened three months prior, even two years, he wouldn’t have had the weight needed to push the deal through. But, in their decade plus at Big Hit, their level of power and influence, the fact that they had never signed NDA’s coupled with Namjoon’s intricate diaries, Namjoon recognized he had the power to take everything. Bang and Sejin were scared. They knew that they had a limited amount of time before BTS revolted, and if they were revolting with evidence, there was no possible solution that ended in Big Hit’s favor.

           With their new contracts came one request from Bang, Sejin and the five other members of Bangtan, one request that was truly a demand: fix Jungkook and Namjoon.

           Fixing Jungkook meant fixing Namjoon’s relationship to the maknae, which is how he finds himself flying across the globe to LA. Getting Jungkook help, away from prying eyes, was his idea. He and his love had brainstormed what would help Jungkook get through this, and this was the solution:

Jungkook would spend 3-6 months in LA undergoing rigorous outpatient therapy

Jungkook would be booked for exhaustion, body dysmorphia, alcoholism, and a host of other issues Namjoon could’ve spent his entire flight listing

Jungkook would rehearse in LA and fly back for specific stages but would otherwise record and work in LA while he went to therapy five days a week

Detox would come first, followed by a month of inpatient treatment

Then, Jungkook would be settled in his outpatient apartment, with a few Big Hit bodyguards around 24/7

Jungkook would have a sponsor in Korea and in the states, whom he reported to,

Jungkook is required to attend AA meetings twice a week for the first three months

Namjoon, would attend therapy twice a week in Korea,

Namjoon would fly to LA to spend a month going through treatment with Jungkook

           To this, they signed their names, to the promise of something better, to the hope they would find common ground. Jungkook was packed and on a plane 48 hours later. The two men had some contact through music and through their group chat, but otherwise, Jungkook kept to himself. He loved LA, the sun, the ability to exercise outside every day of the week, the blue skies… There was a level of health that came with LA, and of course the seedy underbelly of diet culture, but for Jungkook, it was a welcome change. Everyone breathed in LA, they weren’t rushing to meet deadlines or get anywhere on time, they didn’t have the next five years planned on a detailed spreadsheet. LA was relaxed, it was breezy, and with its endless supply of green juice, it was the exact place Jungkook needed to be.

           He diligently went to therapy, working exclusively with Dr. Aarons on the years of abuse he’d endured. Wrapping his mind around what had happened to him, not as love, not as building his character or strengthening his work ethic, but as a traumatic state of emotional abuse, was harder to swallow than two horse tranquilizers without water. Dr. Aarons gave him books and pamphlets on trauma and emotional abuse, which in his off hours, he read. His first month in treatment was spent in therapy sessions, a weekly Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR) session, monitored exercise to help reteach him how to use his body, and reading to discuss. Some days felt like high school, or training days, when he was required to both train for debut and be a high school student. He hated it, hated studying, hated school, but to get better he had to do the work. All he could hope was at the end of this he’d feel better, maybe he'd be better too.  

           Dr. Aaron’s agreed, for the two men to make progress, to find common ground again, they needed to work through their Kilimanjaro sized problems.

           A month into treatment, Jungkook was ready and willing to begin working on repairing his most treasured relationship.

           “Namjoon, thank you for joining us here,” Dr. Aarons says, eyes darting between Jungkook, who was freshly showered and bouncing his leg up and down, and Namjoon, stoic, perched on the edge of his chair. Dr. Aarons can tell that Namjoon is less prepared than Jungkook, which is why she is in full control of this session.

           “It’s, yeah, glad to be here,” Namjoon says, head bowing.

           “I am first generation and am fluent in both English and Korean. My maiden name is Park,” Dr. Aarons smiles, letting Namjoon into her stratification of both cultures. “We can flow from English to Korean at any point.”

           “Thank you,” Namjoon bows again.

           “This first session is just to create a welcoming and safe space for Jungkook to see you again. Soon he will be off, and you and I will have a bit of time to talk. I have been in communication with your therapist back in Seoul, and he has given me his thoughts as well as points that we can continue to work on as a triad. Jungkook, is there something you wanted to say to Namjoon before you go?”

           Jungkook looks at his brother, irises rising to meet his sun-twin. Namjoon’s eyes are tired, heavy, his lids weighty as he continues to battle some jetlag. Jungkook looks fucking fantastic, the sun and balanced eating working wonders on him.

           “Thank you, hyung, for being here, and thank you for being willing to work on this with me. I still hold love for you in my heart, though I don’t have to. We’ve both fucked up. I am sorry for punching you, well, beating you up, and I hope you can forgive me, if not today, at some point. And again, thank you, hyung, for fighting for me,” Jungkook’s voice breaks as he utters his last words, eyes dropping to his hands.

           “Jungkook, you did great,” Dr. Aarons reassures.

           “Thank you, Jungkookie, for being, forgiving, for still wanting to speak to me, to work with me, it,” Namjoon clears his throat, that familiar lump forming. “I know I let you down. I will always be sorry,”

           “I know, me too,”

           “Jungkook, thank you for being here today. I will see you tomorrow for our first session as a group.” Dr. Aaron’s gave the go-ahead for Jungkook to leave, and he did swiftly, giving Namjoon the chance to confide in Dr. Aarons.

           “Thank you, for doing this,” Namjoon spoke.

           “This was your idea, correct? The therapy, detox, all of it?”

           “Yes,” Namjoon feels the blood rush to his cheeks.

           “From what I understand, you’re kind of a genius, right?”

           “In music, I suppose,”

           Reaching for her notepad, Dr. Aarons’ glances down. “Mm, I spoke with Dr. Cho,”

           “Yes?”

           “He was very insightful, gave me lots of great notes and things to discuss. I wanted to start by saying that I understand the levels of abuse you went through,” She raises her head to meet his unsteady gaze, clocking the flustered expression.

           “Yes,”

           “The manipulation, the invalidation, the pain. Namjoon, no one should have to experience all of that, and yet, here you are. You are strong, you are powerful, you are dedicated to your brothers. None of it excuses what you have done, but what I want to convey to you, is that a lot of your actions were not your fault.” Dr. Aarons’ runs through the list of compliments she had jotted down, notes of what to say to create a safe space for Namjoon.

           “I, I know,”

           “I know you do; I also know that isn’t how you see it.” Dr. Aarons’ sets her pen down and recrossed her legs, eyes never straying from him. She’s formidable, honored and esteemed throughout the community, domestically and abroad. Namjoon knew, he helped picked her, she was the reason Jungkook was here.

           “I still did the actions,” Namjoon sighs, “I still followed through with the plan,”

           “Yes, but the cost to you and your life was exquisite. You were a pawn,”

           “Now I am the victor,” He mumbles.

           “Tell me, Namjoon, how old did you feel when you and Jungkook fought?”

           “What do you mean?”

           “Jungkook’s recounted his memory of that night, but how did you feel? In that moment when he hit you, what age specifically did you feel?”

           He takes a moment to think, but the answer is in front of him immediately. “Fifteen,”

           “What happened at 15?”

           He shifts nervously, the rapid speed of his speech slowing as he spoke. “I was still being scouted by Big Hit, no contracts, just negotiations. My parents were, unsupportive.”

           “Within the Seoul rap community, you were making a name for yourself,” Dr. Aarons’ didn’t have to be living in Korea at the time to know who he was, everyone in the first gen community who still had any ties back home knew. You couldn’t listen to music without his mixes coming through.            “Yeah, but that only gets you so far. I was talking to Bang about these big plans for a super group, a group that combined rapping and pop, some bridge between the two and other genres… the places were going to go seemed endless.”

           “How did you feel in those negotiations?”

           Joon smiles. “I felt, ten feet tall. I mattered in those meetings,”

           “And to your parents?” Dr. Aaron’s questions.

           “I was just their high schooler, hormonal, with dreams bigger than my mind could hold. They, they didn’t want me to do it,”

           “But you went for it,” She smiles gently.

           “I did, yeah,” Namjoon, hates flattery. Call it his sun sensibility, his rays unable to shine under the humility of the grey cloud he kept above himself.

           “What else happened around that time?” She presses.

           Namjoon nods again, knowing exactly where she’s leading him. “That’s when I started receiving a lot of hate,”

           “Mm, tell me about that,”

           “Do I have to?” He asks, voice no longer strong and steady.

           “Not if you don’t want to,” She replies.

           “It’s just,” Namjoon sighs. “It still hurts.”

           “I expect it to. The comments were very personal,”

           “About how I look, about the shape of my nose, the sound of my voice, that I’ll never amount to anything and BTS is just, complete trash passing off as music.” He rattles off the ones that plague him, when self-doubt creeps in, the comments that still rise to the top of the pack.

           “They escalated, didn’t they?”

           “Don’t they always?”

           She smiles softly, a precursor to the next blow. “Did you internalize them?”

           “Yes,”

           “When Jungkook hit you,” She starts.

           “It was like every internet troll finally getting their chance to swing,” Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to finish the thought.

           “Ahh, there it is.” Dr. Aaron’s allows Namjoon a minute to sit in the realization. “What hurt the most? The physical pain, or the emotional weight you put behind it?”

           “I haven’t thought about it like that,” He realizes.

           “Well let’s think about it now,” Her voice is kind, leading him to the pasture but never feeding. No wonder everyone raved about her.

           “It was the emotions,” He concedes.

           “Can you describe what those emotions were?”

           “Anger, frustration, inadequacy, disappointment, like I had just shattered the entire world I’d given every bit of myself to creating.”

           “That wasn’t why Jungkook was hitting you, though,” Dr. Aarons’ informs him.

           “It wasn’t?”

           “You tell me, why would he be hitting you?”

           “I,” Namjoon exhales, “I betrayed him.”

           “Did you let him down?”

           “Yes,”

           “But did he view you as inadequate?” She pushes.

           “No,” Namjoon whispers, voice caught between his vocal chords as the waves of tears start to gain on him.

           Dr. Aarons’ smiles again, “No, has he ever?”

           “No,” Namjoon shakes his head, hand wiping the tears that have fallen.

           “It seems to me like it’s quite the opposite. Jungkook loves you, pure and simple.”

           “I betrayed him,” Namjoon argues.

           “Betrayal and inadequacy are often put together, at least in our minds. We betray someone, or a relationship, because it’s either not enough for us, or because it’s too much. The dissonance between you and Jungkook is that his anger is misplaced, he can claw at you because you are there, you are present, you are with him every day. He’s shooting the messenger, but you didn’t write the messages, Namjoon.”

           “I don’t know if he understands that,”

           “There’s only so much I can do to separate what he feels towards you, and what he realizes isn’t your fault. In our time together, as a trio, we will hopefully work towards understanding these complexities within your relationship. Sound good?”

           “Yeah, sounds good,”

           “Great! I don’t have any work for you, other than, well, a major piece of homework,”

           “Bring it on,” Namjoon loves work. Pure and simple.

           “You can’t have dinner with Jungkook tonight, or engage with him in a private setting,” Dr. Aarons’ instructs.

           “Makes sense,” Namjoon agrees.

           “We’ll begin work on it tomorrow, but until then, you have to stay apart,”

           “I can do that, we’re staying in separate places,”

           “Great, Namjoon, I am really looking forward to working with you,” Dr. Aarons stands. “I hope you enjoy your day in LA,”

           “See you tomorrow,” Namjoon smiles gratefully before exiting her office, his phone at the ready, texts from Yoongi and Hoseok, Taehyung and the rest of Bangtan to check in on him. And then there’s the text from his love, who as he steps into the sun, is waiting for him.

           “Joon of my eye, what a pleasure it is to see you,”

           Though the smile is clearly plastered across his face, it’s the way his arms circle your waist, head nuzzling into your neck, lips pressing firmly to your skin.

           “I fucking missed you,” He mutters.

           “You’re being so affectionate, in public,”

           “No one’s here,” Namjoon says, head still resting against your shoulder.

           “That eye opening, huh?” Your hands move up and down his back, the comfort radiating from your familiar embrace.

           “Mm, can we go?” He asks, standing to his full height.

           “To your place?”

           “Anywhere,” He slips his sunglasses over his eyes, the mist beginning to cloud his vision.

           “Of course,” You respond, hand finding his, fingers intertwining. With his baseball cap pulled low on his head, Namjoon is barely recognizable. He doesn’t hesitate to move his free hand across your shoulders, holding onto you as you guide him to your rental car. He might’ve been the messenger of Bang’s threats and manipulations, but a pawn is still a pawn. Namjoon had taken the board in his game against Big Hit, but in Jungkook’s universe, under Jungkook’s rules, he’s still a piece in motion.  

Next: Beautiful Rooms Pt. 2

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[bastardtetsu]

{day 13} falling slowly | semi x reader

pairing: semi eita x gn!musician!reader

genre: angst, mutual pining or unrequited love depending on how you look at it

wc: 1.8k

warnings: a little swearing, reader who plays piano/sings, mention of a previous relationship, unresolved feelings, just a lot of pain

⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋

falling slowly eyes that know me and i can’t go back

—falling slowly; once (music & lyrics by glen hansard & marketa irglova, book by enda walsh)

“that song you just played— did you write that?”

you stood there, wide-eyed, staring him down as he turned to walk away from the spot where he had just been busking on the sidewalk. semi wanted to ignore you, but your resolute gaze already had a vice grip on him.

“yeah,” he grunted reluctantly.

“it’s very good.”

“thanks.”

despite his gruffness, you were still staring at him like your life depended on it. it was kinda unnerving.

“why’d you leave your guitar?” you questioned him with a sense of urgency, gesturing to the guitar semi had left in its case on the sidewalk. his expression hardened.

“i don’t want it anymore,” he muttered, casting his eyes downward.

“you should take it. those things are expensive, you know.”

“fine,” he grumbled, shooting you a glare as he stooped to grab the case by the handle, “i’ll sell it if it makes you feel better.”

“i know a shop!” you blurted out, “a music shop. where you can sell your guitar. i was just on my way there, actually!”

“…seriously?”

“it must be fate!”

those words made him cringe back then.

as the two of you entered the store, a cozy place packed with various instruments, you wasted no time making a beeline for the back of the store, dragging a confused semi along with you.

“where are we going? i thought we were here to sell my guitar,” he questioned.

“just follow me,” you insist. the determination in your voice told him there was no point in resisting.

you continued leading him through the shop, all the way to an old upright piano that sat towards the back. “the owner lets me play this whenever i come in,” you explained, your merciless gaze now fixed on the instrument, “it’s a beautiful piano. if i ever win the lottery, this is the first thing i’m buying.”

semi just watched you quietly as you stood there, marveling at it. he was able to appreciate the intensity of your stare more now that he wasn’t the subject of it - the way your eyes glimmered was actually kind of entrancing.

“so what would you like to hear?” you questioned, suddenly turning your gaze back on him as you sat yourself on the bench, “bach? mozart? something of my own?”

“oh, uh— whatever you want,” he muttered. there was clearly no use stopping you at this point, so he might as well comply.

you positioned yourself and began playing. it was a somber melody, gentle but distinctly melancholic. your concentration remained unbroken as your fingers danced gracefully across the keys, until the final mournful note echoed through the empty store.

“did you write that?” semi asked, a bit awestruck by your talent.

“no. felix mendelssohn did.”

“ah.”

“now you play me one,” you demand, eyes aglow.

“wh—no,” semi faltered.

“please,” you begged.

“no,” he stated firmly, his expression hardening again, “i just came here to get rid of my guitar.”

“what do you mean?” you protested, “your music is good, why are you giving up on it?” semi cringed at the sting of your question.

“there’s no point anymore,” he snapped, “it’s gotten me nowhere.”

“what, so you’re quitting ‘cause you’re not famous?”

“i’m not—“ he scoffed defensively, “you wanna play your songs for people who want to listen.”

“well i’m people,” you stated, your gaze on him more unyielding than ever, “and i want to listen. now play me a song.”

the rigidity of your stare was almost enough to convince him.

“no.”

however, just as semi turned to leave, as if by some sort of drama-induced miracle, a sheet of folded paper fell from his coat pocket, which you wasted no time snatching up before he could even grab at it.

“hey—“ he protested, “give it back, come on.”

“music is dead to you, right?” you taunted, “so isn’t this trash?”

“you know what,” he huffed, his patience at its limit, “fuck it—yeah, keep it. it was nice meeting you.”

“hey!” you barked right as he was turning to leave. his head spun around to find your eyes staring him down with the most intensity and desperation he’d seen from you all day. “you won’t die if you play this song with me,” you spoke to him sincerely, “please.”

he didn’t answer, but remained frozen where he stood, unwilling to break from your acute gaze as you lowered yourself onto the bench and placed your fingers on the keys.

you perused the slightly crumpled page while semi waited with nervous anticipation, reminding himself to breathe as you began to play the notes he had scrawled onto the staff.

as your fingers began to recreate the familiar motif with impressive precision, he gingerly picked up his guitar from its case by the piano, looping the strap over his head as he started to sing,

“i don’t know you but i want you all the more for that”

he sang tentatively at first, the words and notes like scratches upon an unhealed scab, until your voiced chimed in with a harmony,

“and words fall through me and always fool me and i can’t react”

semi began to strum at his guitar, more self-assured as the gentle tune continued, your voices and instruments moulding together as the music swelled into chorus after chorus. his reluctant voice became more and more powerful with each changing chord, each strum of his guitar more intentional as the sounds intermingled with yours, creating new discoveries within a painfully familiar refrain.

as the tempo slowed to a quiet halt, your eyes met with his again until you played the final chord in unison. you both stood there in silence for a moment, as if you were waiting for the final sound waves to finish reverberating, dissolving into the air.

“so where is she?” your question broke the silence.

“where’s who?”

“the girl in the song,” you clarified, “is she dead??”

“what—no, jesus,” semi sputtered, caught off guard for what must be the 75th time today.

“so where is she?” your gaze is on him again, adamant as ever.

“she left,” he uttered, his dejection covered by his brusque tone, “about six months ago. there was nothing else for her here, so—”

“so you still love her?”

semi’s face twitched, feeling his chest tighten at the question.

“no. we’re finished,” he stated shortly.

“no one who writes a song like that is finished,” you enunciated firmly, causing his breath to catch. “if you sing this to her, i bet she’ll take you back.”

“huh?” the ash blond’s face twisted into a confused scowl.

“i’m serious.” the gleam in your eye only affirmed your statement.

“no way,” he replied, “i’m not running after some woman who’s doing fine without me just so i can sing her some stupid—“

“it’s not stupid!” you nearly yelled at him before softening a bit, maintaining your resolute stare. “your songs are good,” you stated emphatically. semi felt his breath catch again, this time accompanied by a rush of warmth to his face. “do you have more??”

-

your heart nearly stops when you see it, breath catching in your throat as the sting of tears begins to prick your eyes.

the old upright piano you had spotted one day in a music store now sits in your living room, a large, bright red ribbon adorning its shiny wooden surface. there is no note, but you need no indication to know who it’s from.

he must be long gone now. he got a call from his ex practically begging him to come back, so of course he went. it doesn’t matter how many longing glances you caught as you helped him rehearse, or how much electricity you felt surge through your body every time you so much as brushed his hand while reaching for some sheet music.

he has unfinished business. you’ve both always known that, it’s why you tried so hard to keep your distance, even as you helped him produce a studio album, relentlessly encouraging him not only to keep pursuing music, but to keep pursuing her. it’s what he deserves. it’s not your place.

it doesn’t matter how much your heart wanted to leap out of your chest when his stern grey eyes stared into yours, uncharacteristically earnest, as he squeezed your hands in his and thanked you for changing his life. he was talking about the music. you’ve only ever talked about the music.

it doesn’t matter that no matter how hard you tried to maintain your distance - god, you really tried - his songs always pulled you back in. those songs aren’t about you. he wrote those for someone else, someone who he is destined to go back to.

it doesn’t matter that every time he played one he felt a shift, like discovering a new harmony, each lyric twisting into a different meaning. that somewhere along the way, he started singing them about you — you can’t think about that. it can’t be about that.

it doesn’t even matter that he said you were a part of his new life, starry-eyed and nearly breathless, imploring you with to run away with him and start a band together, make an album, just the two of you and all your beautiful music. it was just a silly fantasy. one can only entertain such a delusion for so long before you have to move on with your real life again.

as you lower yourself onto the piano bench, you imagine yourself back in the shop on that day, the ash-blonde musician you had just met scowling dubiously as you began to play the opening of one of his songs. you can almost hear the delicate strains of his guitar as he plucked the accompaniment on the strings, his voice growing stronger as he sang.

“and games that never amount to more than they’re meant will play themselves out”

you recall sitting with him at the top of a hill just outside of town one night, looking down at the warm lights of the city twinkling in the distant. he told you about the first time he ever felt scared. you told him you only saw him as a friend. could he tell you were lying?

“take this sinking boat and point it home we’ve still got time“

tears begin to well in your eyes, blurring your vision as you play. but you don’t even need to see the keys, because you know this song too well. it’s engraved in your muscle memory. no matter how hard you try, your body will remember.

“raise your hopeful voice you have a choice you’ve made it now”

“call your girl tonight,” you reminded him as you left the recording studio for the last time. he asked you to come over to his place later, but you’re not going. you know better than that.

“falling slowly sing your melody i’ll sing it loud”

the tears are falling freely now, wetting your hands and the keys, but you continue playing as if semi were right there singing along with you, creating sweet harmonies and stirring chords together, losing yourselves in the music.

you allow the song to engulf you, the melody washing over you like a wave of pure feeling as you bid goodbye to the man you fell unwillingly, irreparably in love with.

a/n: i’m not normally an angst person, or a huge semi simp really, but i still ended up hurting my own feelings with this lmao. i’d probably let semi ruin my life as much as he wants too, let’s be real. the songs linked at the top are definitely required listening for this one (the first link is them together in the music shop, the second one is the reprise at the end) and if you really wanna experience pain, find a bootleg of the show & watch the whole thing bc i truly struggled trying not to shove the entire musical into this one fic (once again if u need help finding it i may or may not have a link if u dm me)

taglist: @izagraceee​ @musicgetsmeoutofbed​ @azo-musxas​ @tsumurai @ghostlydiamond135 @animeboysimppp @starshaped-raindrops

#haikyuu!! #semi eita #semi eita x reader #semi x reader #haikyuu x reader #25 days of ficmas #.txt #e writes

[oss-crime]

Afterword and Work Explanations

Original Sin Story: Crime afterword

This work is a novelization of the Act 1 portion of the “Original Sin Story” doujin CDs distributed by the “the heavenly yard” circle, and it’s also a prequel to the “Daughter of Evil” and “Deadly Sins of Evil” series published by PHP institute.

The “Deadly Sins of Evil” series, similar to this work, all had their main motifs taken from songs published previously by their writer (mothy_AkunoP), and it’s also a series that was developed over close to a decade.

In these works a span of almost a thousand years passes over the course of the series, and the following order is how it goes chronologically.

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“Original Sin Story”-->”The Lunacy of Duke Venomania”-->”Evil Food Eater Conchita”-->”Daughter of Evil (four books total)”-->Gift From the Princess Who Brought Sleep”-->”Fifth, Pierrot”-->”Tailor of Enbizaka”-->”Judgment of Corruption”-->”The Muzzle of Nemesis”-->”Master of the heavenly yard”

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In other words, the “Original Sin Story” is the “Story of the Beginning” that occurs in these series.

And depicted in it are the backstories for the figures that debut in the other works like “Adam”, “Eve”, and “Seth”, as well as the details of the creation of the key items, the “Vessels of Deadly Sin”.

…Though, since the part depicted in this work is just the first act of the “Original Sin Story” albums, any further core content will be carried over into the next book.

My initial plan was to collect all of it into one volume, but during the progression of the plot I went “Ah, this is totally impossible” and gave up on that.

In the end I decided to split it into two volumes, but even so there were a few developments I was unable to depict in this book that would also be difficult to have in the next one.

(There was the issue of page number, but I also just wanted to avoid making the story tedious with too many digressions)

For that reason I wanted to talk roughly here about the conceptual elements I could only allude to briefly or that were cut altogether.

Magic Kingdom Levianta (the story’s setting)

As shown in the main work, it’s a country whose territory is the entire northern region of Evillious, and it was founded by excavators of the legacy of the Second Period (the era wherein lived those called “Gods” like Levia and Behemo).

The true identity of these “excavators” was a clan of sorcerers, and it all started when they set their eyes on these legacy pieces as tools to more easily make use of their magical arts.

The more powerful a magical spell, the more time and preparation it would take to set it in motion. The one to realize that by using these artifacts as an intermediary they could greatly simplify the process was the sorceress who would later become the first queen of Magic Kingdom Levianta, Alice Merry-Go-Round.

Alice hired on some help and began to mine the area around the LeviaBehemo temple where many of these artifacts slept, however it was there that the original inhabitants began to put up resistance.

These natives believed that the twin-headed dragon LeviaBehemo was a divine being, and they viewed Alice and the others who would desecrate their temple as sinners.

In order to protect the boundaries of her territory, Alice built an enormous wall around the temple.  

That later came to be called the “First Wall”.

As time passed the “Second Wall” and “Third Wall” were erected, and eventually a castle took shape.

Alice named this castle Alicegrad, and declared the foundation of the country she would rule as queen, Levianta.

Even still, the pushback from the natives continued.

For the prosperity of her country, Alice decided to adopt several governmental policies to make peace with the natives.

The first was to worship LeviaBehemo as gods.

And that she would take twelve members to serve as her immediate subordinates, half of whom would be sorcerers that Alice had trained herself, and the other half being representatives chosen by the native inhabitants.

Through this reconciliation between the natives and the sorcerers, and the miraculous blessings brought about by the legacy pieces, Levianta began to walk the road of glory.

After the first queen’s death her sorceress daughter inherited her position, and at the same time also took on her mother’s name of “Alice”. That was a last ditch effort to at least somewhat maintain her majesty, the daughter being lacking in charisma compared to her mother.

But from that point on, all of the queens historically inherited the name of “Alice Merry-Go-Round”.

The current queen, “Alice Merry-Go-Round”, that shows up in the main story is the seventh queen.

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 The Senate

The central organization of Magic Kingdom Levianta made up of the first queen’s twelve subordinates, as well as their descendants.

Each of them are respectively responsible for running one of the twelve small towns that surround the castle.

That the senate was tightly unified through history…would be something of a lie; there exists a particularly large gap in the relationship between the six families descended from sorcerers (such as Loop Octopus, or Vaju) and the six descended from natives (like Asayev and Li).

 Furthermore, in the process of Gammon becoming head of the senate the Vaju family’s assets were taken over by the Loop Octopus family, resulting in there being two members of the Loop Octopus family in the senate (Gammon and his younger brother, who was the family’s main heir).

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The Forest of Held

There might be a bit of a discrepancy in the depiction of the Forest of Held (The Millennium Tree Forest) in the main work for those of you who have already read the “Daughter of Evil” and “Deadly Sins of Evil” series.

In the “Daughter of Evil” works, this forest isn’t in the country of Levianta, existing on the Elphegort~Lucifenian border far further south than the forbidden land of Nemu (the ruins of Nemu village).

In the time of the “Original Sin Story” the area around Nemu village was Leviantan territory, and furthermore the forest sat in great abundance just south of the village.

I plan to make clear the reason for the forest being curtailed by close to half its size in the next work.

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Lighwatch Temple

A facility meant to cultivate “queen candidates” run by the Asayev family, and also an extremely suspicious place containing cells and execution devices. Almost like a certain tower

Those able to be selected as shrine maidens are girls who have the power of an “Inheritor of Held”. Through this power they are able to erase “malice” from people’s hearts, and also hear the “voice of god”.

Its head priest, Yegor Asayev, has the power of an “Inheritor of Behemo”, and with his particular insight he is able to determine if another person has an “Inheritor” power. He used this ability to gather his shrine maidens.

Only, Yegor keeps it hidden from the public that the shrine maidens are “Inheritors”.

Zellana and Elluka, who appeared in this work, are blood sisters of disparate ages. Their parents are long dead.

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Research regarding “ghoul children”

Originally, Horus (Seth) had inherited the research of his “friend” who had been “the authority on the study of artificial life”.

These research theories also were utilized in the birth of the “Twins of God” in Project “Ma”.

The “ghoul children” he created had the trait of being able to grow up very rapidly, but this had the side effect of making them age rapidly as well.      

Seth worked hard to suppress this side effect, but he seems to have been unable to completely avert it.

And to make these “ghoul children” active, he needed to implant in them a reserve false personality.

The false personality had several varieties to it, such as “clean”, “preset”, or “copy”; as the name suggests, “clean” was a blank slate with no memories, “preset” had false memories that were pre-made, and “copy” was implanted with Seth’s own memories.

Furthermore, having advanced in his research on “Inheritors”, Seth was able to utilize his results on a certain “ghoul child”.

Through this, that artificial human gained the power of an “Inheritor of Gilles”, but as a side effect it results in several problems surfacing with their false personality.

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Catherine

--Once upon a time.

Catherine, a marine biologist, boarded a space ship called the “Climb I” with her husband Gilles.

She had a son with her husband, but he had been sickly, and thus was unable to become a member of the crew.

Catherine continued to lament this fact, and also grew jealous of a female psychologist named Rahab, another passenger on the ship.

That was because Rahab had two children, and both of them had been able to board the “Climb I”.

When she realized that this Rahab and Gilles were having an affair, Catherine’s jealousy turned to “anger”.

Enlisting the help of her friend, Lich, Catherine tried to secretly murder Rahab inside the spaceship.

But…she had the tables turned on her, and was brought to the brink of death.

As her consciousness faded—Catherine saw looking down on her was the man she had thought was her friend, smiling.

By the time she had realized that it was “malice” taking on Lich’s form, it was already too late.

--If I write any more than this it’ll end up spoiling some of the next book, so I’ll leave it here.

Well then…Let’s meet again in the sequel, “Original Sin Story: Punishment”!

AkunoP (mothy)

directory

[moonlit-doodles]

writing snippet

a few people expressed interest so here’s the introduction to paradosso dell’anima (soul paradox)

also known as “oops my wacky stand yeeted me into a time paradox and now i’m meeting my biological father who is alive question mark??”

the majority of it will be behind the cut! it’s somewhere around 2500 words

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“Proceeding examination nine, trial one. The date is twenty-seven of September, 2003. Subject Giorno Giovanna. Birthdate sixteen of April, 1985. Subject is eighteen years old. One hundred eighty-five centimeters, seventy-five kilograms. All blood levels normal. No injuries nor abnormalities. Perfect health as always, Mr. Giovanna.”

Giorno remained where he was, seated calmly in the center of the pristine room. He flipped through an album of photos, fingertips barely brushing each page.

“Thank you. Go on; I have other appointments today. Let’s make this quick.”

“Subject is a Stand user with the life-giving ability known as Gold Experience. Mr. Giovanna is still the only known Stand user with mastery over a Requiem ability. Gold Experience Requiem, otherwise called simply by Requiem or G.E.R., possesses capabilities still not yet fully surmised. These trials are, as always, conducted to learn more about the Stand arrow and Requiem abilities. Dr. Kujo is present once more as the Speedwagon Foundation’s primary observer. Examination nine, trial one, proceeding now. Mr. Giovanna, if you will please pierce your Stand with the arrow; Dr. Kujo, if you will kindly explain what is happening for the records.”

“Gold Experience.”

As his Stand shimmered into view, Giorno set the unshut album aside and rose to his feet. At his other side, the arrowhead with its gnawed shaft rested on a fold of silken cloth. He took it from its place and twirled it once in his fingers; it was habit at this point.

“Giorno has called Gold Experience to his side and picked up the Stand arrow,” Kujo narrated.

This was how it went every time, of course. It had become a sort of routine. Every once in a while, the Speedwagon Foundation would call and ask that Giorno come in and do some experimenting with his Stand. Something he’d never really pursued or spent time on before—now a semi-regular part of his collaborations with the Foundation. It wasn’t usually due to much drive on his part, of course. They asked questions and he asked his Stand if those questions could be answered.

There had been a trial period. After taking over Passione, he’d successfully settled himself at the top of the Foundation’s watch list. His heritage made it difficult for them to trust him. Now, they trusted him just fine so long as he didn’t carry an arrow on hand. So long as Jotaro Kujo was nearby.

As always, there was a sharp jolt of pain as he struck Gold Experience with the arrow—but it was always over quickly, and he adapted sooner each time.

“Gold Experience’s armor is cracking and bursting, the same way as always. Requiem is stirring; now showing its face.”

Giorno sensed the same greeting as it emerged—it was growing more familiar, a Stand that felt more and more like his own as he further grew and learned to understand its abilities. He still couldn’t bring himself to address GER as a ‘he,’ however, not the same way he addressed Spice Girl with feminine pronouns. Trish, too, had taken some time before referring to her Stand the same way.

GER didn’t speak very often; only when Giorno asked questions or when it felt words were necessary, or when Giorno’s intent was for the Stand to speak their shared thoughts. Upon report of such an observation, the Foundation had determined it to be an indication of absolute control, trust, and confidence. That much, too, explained why Trish’s Spice Girl was quieter now than before, and why Mista’s Sex Pistols fought amongst one another less and less.

There was no need to speak with your Stand if you trusted it wholeheartedly.

“Gold Experience Requiem is prepared to respond to all forms of testing,” Giorno reported at last, his tone smooth. His skin tingled, but under the brilliant lighting he couldn’t tell whether it glowed as it had the first time. “Let’s remember not to repeat any unchanged trials. We have made it clear that my Stand shares my distaste for repetition.”

“We will be proceeding on to the next phase of our examinations,” came the response. “Such a mistake will not be made again.”

The repeated test had been a learning experience for them all. GER had reacted to Giorno’s brief irritation and punished the nearest worker with an attack. He had died twice before Giorno understood enough to hurriedly cut the cycle and repair the damage. He had been careful to monitor his own temperament on each trial since.

“Zero,” Kujo said. “Today we’re experimenting more closely with the ‘zero’ that we’ve witnessed before. While we have tested all of Requiem’s base capabilities including range and speed, we have yet to run trials that will allow us to better understand how the cycle of life and death play a role in its powers. Giorno, I’d like you to create any mammal from the pen on your right and allow us to monitor its vitals.”

“Understood, Kujo-san.”

Giorno settled himself back into the seat as GER picked up the pen; the examination went on for longer than he thought necessary, and he found that his eyes kept turning up and away from the photo album, towards the clock. He’d be late at this rate. Late to ditch his bodyguards. Late to meet with Trish and Mista and Fugo. Today was important, and yet here he was looking through a bunch of the Foundation’s photos left sitting around while his Stand performed magic tricks.

“Gold Experience Requiem will act under my will but I have yet to understand how or why it loops,” Giorno said frankly. “If this will help you come up with an answer, then so be it. However. Let’s please wrap this up shortly. I do have an organization to be running.”

“You’re not working today,” Kujo muttered abrasively. “Just visiting a grave, aren’t you? Your team won’t mind if you’re a few minutes behind schedule and if I’m going to fly out to Italy then I’d like for it to be worth my time. Your dead friend can wait.” When he was met with silence, he jerked his chin to the door. “I didn’t see you rushing for the door when we received news of your stepfather’s death.”

Giorno’s thumb caught and dragged on the edge of a page, skin slicing open in the same moment that he looked up and met Kujo’s gaze, his eyes burning. The small hare on the desk heaved one final breath before being broken from the cycle and reverting back into a pen. GER tilted back into place, a hand braced on the back of the chair as it settled behind its master.

“You’re right,” Giorno said. “This man meant more to me than any father ever has. I don’t know how you gathered word of where I will be going and to whom, but, Kujo-san, I’d like you to know that it will not be tolerated. You tread a thin line. I’ve offered plenty to the Speedwagon Foundation and asked nothing in return. I am allowing you and this Foundation to study my Stand abilities. Who is it that has made the greatest commitment here? Will you relinquish to me all of the intricate details of Star Platinum’s abilities?”

Silence.

“I didn’t think so.” Giorno rose to his feet. GER healed the papercut with a touch. “I’ve willingly given the Foundation information about myself, about Requiem, and about the defeated Stand with the ability to skip time—as well as the Requiem ability of Jean Pierre Polnareff before his death. What am I receiving? You all think that my ties to Dio make me the same, don’t you? I don’t receive technological or medical benefits, nor do I receive the intel that you collect from other Stand users in my own territory. All I get is a tentative promise that you won’t needlessly strike me down. A promise that could be broken the moment I step within five kilometers of one of these stone masks you keep having me send my people after. Why not gather your own team of Stand users?”

Giorno lifted the album and flipped back to an old, colorless photo. “Perhaps you forget,” he said with a hum, “that I, too, am a Joestar.” He lifted his free hand to touch his fingertips lightly to the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Or does this birthmark mean nothing? Does my status as Dio’s bastard son mean that I don’t count?”

“You aren’t a part of the family,” came Kujo’s answer, his voice cold. “The only reason you have that birthmark is because your father, Dio, stole the body of a man greater than himself. Your very existence is contingent on Dio’s envy and malice. That aside, if even your mother didn’t want you then how am I to trust you?”

“My mother was a negligent whore. Consider yourself lucky to have been raised by two loving parents.”

“Don’t you dare bring my parents into this.”

“Aren’t they relevant? We’re speaking of mine, why not regard yours? Had I been your brother, would we be arguing now the same way we always do?”

“No. I’d have killed you.”

“You’re no better than my stepfather, then.” Giorno tapped his fingernail on the old photo, staring at it contemplatively. “I think your opinion would be different if I was born to your ancestor. I think your ancestor’s opinion would be different, too. How is your family, by the way? Did you abandon them across the sea again?”

“At least I have a family.”

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Broken only by the loud snap as Giorno shut the photo album, eyes glimmering with anger.

He inhaled slowly as he set the book aside. “Kujo-san, you do not want to make me into your enemy. Whether you like it or not, we are related by blood. I may not be what you consider family but Jonathan Joestar is my biological father. I have no fangs. No neck scar. I don’t have a single mole dotting my left ear, in fact. Not one. I was born into this body and this life. I did not choose my parents, nor did they choose me. I am not supposed to exist, but I am here, and that is an indisputable truth.”

“You, Jotaro Kujo.”

GER’s voice. The same as Giorno’s, save for his even, robotic tone.

“At least you have a family.”

“Enough,” Giorno said. He lifted the silk cloth to rest in his palm and extended the other towards GER. “We’re done for today. Let’s return the arrow to Polnareff. I will see you again soon.”

GER’s eyes met his, calculating. “Yes,” it said. “We will meet again soon.”

He saw that it had picked up the album, cradling it gently in both hands. And then—he felt, suddenly, that the distance between them did not close. That it only grew. That he was no longer standing in the room he’d been in before, wasn’t even standing on solid ground.

There was a rush of colors. For a moment Giorno thought he saw Bucciarati drifting past him. Bucciarati and Narancia and Abbacchio. All of them. By the time his arm outstretched—his fingers closed around empty air.

Panic caught his breath and stole it away. What was happening? Where was Gold Experience? Was this its doing? Had he lost control?

Had he been attacked by his own Stand?

He was falling through a rainbow headfirst, the hairtie ripping away from his braid, pins wrenched back by the force of his fall. Even a brooch pulled away from his jacket. His hair came undone, whipping about his face. Locks of gold that blotted out the vivid reds and blues and violets as they passed him by.

“Where are you taking me?” he breathed, his voice quivering with fear. “Where are you—shi—!”

He struck the ground, cracking the back of his head against hard pavement. All the breath left his body. Rain pelted his face but in a haze of pain and shock and still-ongoing panic he hardly felt it. Why was the ground vibrating? Goddamnit, his head hurt. Where was his Stand? Where was the arrow?

Giorno groaned the moment he managed to breathe, then began to cough, rolling onto his side.

“Shit,” he hissed, pressing his fingertips to the back of his head, unsurprised when they came back bloodied. His hair fell over his face as he rolled again, bracing himself on an elbow to try to get up. Where was he? He had to figure that much out first. “Gotta get up,” he told himself, biting back another coughing fit. “Just gotta—get up, Giorno…”

The moment he started to push himself up off the ground, a wave of nausea rolled up his spine, sent goosebumps fluttering along his arms and bile rising in the back of his throat. He fell, braced on his forearms, mouth tucked against his wrist. His vision blurred and darkened. Dangerous. Dangerous. Where was he?

“Blimey! Is that someone there on the walk? Whoa, whoa!”

The vibrations must have been—hooves? A couple of horses? The rain striking the back of his head was painful now that he knew it was there. Approaching footfalls. Shorter than Mista. Shorter than Trish, even. And was that English he’d heard? With an accent of some sort?

Was he in danger?

“Y’alright, kid? Oi, can you hear me?”

Giorno half-turned, stared over his shoulder at the blurred figure of someone he thought he should recognize. Long and curly hair. A diamond-patterned top hat and a coat thrown to shield him from the wind and rain. The man stopped—hesitated, just for a moment. What he was thinking in that moment, Giorno would never be able to tell. But it sure as hell seemed like they were both sizing one another up. Like the man recognized the panic in his eyes for what it was and knew better than to approach a wild animal with an injury on the side of a road.

Then the moment was over. Whatever he’d seen, this stranger had decided that Giorno wasn’t a threat.

“What’s your name, kid?” He convulsed as a hand met his shoulder, his vision wavering again as he was tugged into an upright position. “Aw, shit. Alright, lemme—here, think you could help me get you up? You’re mighty tall, y’know, for such a tiny bloke. Oh—”

Giorno fell forward into the stranger’s arm, his vision going black.

“—…guess not.”

The man sighed, pulling his coat from his shoulders and throwing it over Giorno’s body before heaving the boy up into his arms. “Bloody hell, I’ll be late to JoJo and the others at this rate won’t I? Well, couldn’t just leave ‘im aside to get picked clean by birds ‘n’ all them blasted thugs. They’d never forgive me.” He climbed up into the wagon and set the kid down. “Least the missus’ll be able to help the poor thing.”

He tipped up the brim of his hat to stare out at the moon, half-covered by clouds, then glanced back at the trembling boy in his backseat and heaved a sigh.

“How do you tell you’re gettin’ older?” he asked himself aloud, settling back into the driver’s seat and taking the reins in hand. “Imagining deadmen in the alleyways? C’mon, now, giddyup. Let’s go. Might as well bring another surprise home to those Joestars. They’ll be delighted.”

#paradosso dell'anima #jjba #vento aureo #giorno giovanna #not art

[anestheticrage]

Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately. 

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho. 

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi-   and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F   W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏  defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself. 

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got: 

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H) 

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

   - everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

   - the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

   - make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊). 

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..." 

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs 

Yours Truly, 

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘 

#magia record #magireco #pmmm #iroha tamaki #magical girls #puella magi madoka magica #magia record anime #gen urobuchi #waifus #weebs #thirsty weeb iroha #shitpost #yachiyo nanami #mitama yakumo #kaede akino #rena minami #momoko togame #sana futaba #tsuruno yui #aniplex #magia record na #i love this game so much #and im devastated that the servers are closing #yes this is how i deal with emotions #gatcha #fuck aniplex #i hope this brings a few laughs to some of you #Tsuruno is best girl #<3

[jasm1ne-1vy]

This is what i listened to for the first two months of 2021. I will start putting them here instead😋



03/01- Goosebumps by Boyscott. So good! it’s chill and sounds nice but still makes me bop my head like crazy. My fav song from this album is Nova Scotia 500.

03/02- Sorry, Mom by Destroy Boys. It’s fun and cool ig. 7/10 girl band

03/03- The Jins by The Jins. 8/10

03/04- Circles by Mac Miller. 8/10

03/05- 4 Your Eyez Only by J. Cole. 10/10 fav song: Ville Mentality.

03/06- Future Teenage Cave Artist by Deerhoof. definitely experimental and groovy.. 7/10

03/07- Blue Suicide by Coma Cinema. nice and chill... 7/10

03/08- Loveless by My Bloody Valentine. lots of noise... it’s definitely something. listen when u want to feel like the only person alive and powerful... 7/10

03/09- By the Way by Red Hot Chili Peppers. awesome 9/10.

03/10- Tungsten by Healy. 10/10 chill and a good vibe. love it.

03/11- Beat by Bowery Electric. ehh. very chill not much lyrics nice beat ig. 5/10

03/12- Brick Body Kids Still Daydream by Open Mike Eagle. Very nice i liked it 8/10

03/13- EP! by JPEGMAFIA. it was okay. 6/10. hip hop eccentric?

03/14- The Bedroom Loop Collection by Sweatcult. 9/10. incredible.

03/15- Aestheticadelica by Bloodbath64 / TV Girl. i love to girl so 8/10

03/16- Blue by Joni Mitchell. 7/10. chill and relaxing. her voice is pleasing.

03/17- Twenty Twenty by Djo. underrated def 9/10. never heard of the artist until today but i’m glad i know now...

03/18- Below the Heavens by Blu and Exile. Nice rap album but it’s good rap. 7/10

03/19- Dummy by Portishead. chill good songs love it. 7/10

03/20- Chemtrails Over The Country Club by Lana Del Ray. nice chill slow songs. fav song is Tulsa Jesus Freak. 7/10

03/21- Pod by The Breeders. nice alt rock. 7/10

03/22- Is This It by The Strokes. 8/10. i like it

03/23- I’m Sure by Harmless. 8/10. nice chill vibes

03/24- Wonderer by Sunbeam Sound Machine. IM OBSESSED. it’s so good omg. 10/10

03/25- High Society by Enon. funky i like it. it’s good and fun to listen to. 8/10

03/26-Bloodsport by Sneaker Pimps. 7/10 fav song is Kiro TV, Small Town Witch. it’s a fun album

03/27- Lazy Ways/Beach Party by Marine Girls. cute songs love them. 9/10 nice and chill too

03/28- Puberty 2 by Mitski. it was calm like most of her music. I liked it. 7/10

03/29- Live through this by Hole. 7/10 niceeeee. love the vibes ofc

03/30- Deep Divine by Pretty Sick. never heard of it but i’m glad i did bc i love it. 8/10

03/31- Hell Can Wait by Vince Staples. 6/10. it was alr not my type kinda repetitive

04/01- Underwater Pipe Dreams by Inner Wave. i love it! 9/10 bangers after bangers. chill vibes.

04/02- Coloring Book by Chance the Rapper. 7/10 it started off good but some of the songs aren’t really my taste. but the first couple songs really had me hype, i enjoyed it.

04/03- Fuck Your Expectations PT. 1 by AG Club. 6/10 it was alr. rap

04/04- My Head is a Moshpit by Verzache. 7/10 i like it it’s different

04/05- Street Desires by Gap Girls. never heard of em but glad i found them. i love this album all songs are good. genre is like Dream pop classic. 8/10

04/06- Invitation to Her’s by Her’s. I love them. this was good nice slow chill songs for the most part. 8/10

04/07- Chip Chrome & The Mono-Tones by The Neighborhood. i kinda cheated today since i’ve listened to most of the songs on this album but i still love it so i decided to listen to each song. 9/10 ofc. the nbhd is so good. my fav song is cherry flavoured.

04/08- Deathconsciousness by Have A Nice Life. 7/10. it was good love the vibes.

04/09- Fearless (Taylor’s version) by Taylor Swift. TAYLORBSWIFT. that’s all i have to say. 9/10. even though i’m kinda heartless and could care less abt boys, this album (Taylor in general) makes me feel like a hopeless, lovesick teen girl.

04/10- Blonde Tongues by Blonde Tongues. it was chill low key vibes. nice. 7/10

04/11- Super Trouper by ABBA. 7/10. good, classic ofc.

04/12- noOffense.mp3 by poptropicaslutz! 8/10. it was only 3 songs but i enjoyed them all. it’s hyper pop and i like the genre. reminds me of mgk, lil peep ish, etc

04/13- our little angel by ROLE MODEL. i liked it, upbeat cute songs. a song u can dance around in ur room. 8/10

04/14- Small Car Big Wheels by Enjoy. i love it. funky upbeat songs that make me happy. 8/10. bedroom pop?

04/15- Next Thing by Frankie Cosmos. 6/10. nice songs soft voice, i like the vibes.

04/16- The Family Jewels by MARINA. i love marina she’s a queen. 9/10 so iconic. too much fav songs but i’d have to go w Oh No! because that it the first song i was obsessed with once i heard it on Just dance 2014 or sumn

04/17- BO Y by Deaton Chris Anthony. 4/10. i thought it would’ve been good bc the first couple songs were nice but then i was like wtf... but hey maybe it’s just not my type of music.

04/18- I Can’t Handle Change by Roar. 6/10. it’s ok i guess some of the songs aren’t my type.. it’s still good. nice and short album. fav song Christmas Kids

04/19- Shawcross by Good Morning. average, short album so i didn’t really notice it or find a good ear opening song. 6/10

04/20- Manila Ice by Eyedress. i love it. chill vibes. variety. 8/10.

04/21- You Are Going to Hate This by The Frights. chill 7/10

04/22- 9mm by P.H.F. it’s nice . 7/10. sounds like a lot of other music so not that shocked but it wasn’t bad

04/23- Chase Atlantic by Chase Atlantic. 8/10. hot vibes.

04/24- The Symposium by The Symposium. 9/10. I LOVE THÉ SONGS SO CUTE AND CALM

04/25- Future Nostalgia by Dua Lipa. ok Dula peep🤩. fav song is levitating w dababy duh that’s the only reason i listened to the whole album. 8/10.

04/26- Be the Cowboy by Mitski. it was nice 7/10

04/27- Blank Blank by Dababy. 7/10. some bops

04/28- Party Favors by Sir Chloe. i wasnt really feeling it 5/10 but maybe it was bc i wanted to listen to hype songs

04/29- Light & Magic by Ladytron. 6/10z futuristic vibes. fav song seventeen. i like the vibe.

04/30- Starboy by the Weeknd. 7/10. oldie but goodie

05/01- Let’s Skip to the Wedding by Eyedress. 9/10. i love it. good chill songs.

05/02- 2014 Forest Hills Drive by J. Cole. 8/10. Good vibes. deep

05/03- Honeyweed by Summer Salt. 8/10. cute songs i enjoyed them

05/04- 40oz. To Freedom by Sublime. 8/10. love the groovy vibes

05/05- Virtue by The Voidz. 7/10. good i like it

05/06- In Rainbows by Radiohead. wow. that was incredible 10/10

05/07- Pablo Honey by Radiohead. jesus christ.. 9/10 i’m obsessed.

05/08- The Bends by Radiohead. 8/10. i lovebthem

05/09- Fetch the Bolt Cutters by Fiona Apple. 7/10

05/10- Jack Johnson and Friends: Sing-A-Longs and Lullabies for the Film Curious George by Jack Johnson. 7/10. cute wholesome songs. my childhood.

05/11- Apollo XXI by Steve Lacy. 9/10 ofc. i’ve heard the album before so i’m kinda cheating but it’s too good not to rate.

05/12- Case Study 01 by Daniel Caesar. 9/10. incredible

05/13- Songs about Jane by Maroon 5. 10/10 love it! obsessed even if it’s from a while ago

05/14- The Off-Season by J. Cole. 7/10. it’s eh good.

05/15- skipped i was busy

05/16- Suburban Light by The Clientele. 9/10. pretty good glad i chose it.

05/17- Return of Saturn by No Doubt. it’s good i enjoyed it. 8/10

05/18- Jinx by Crumb. 10/10 i love this mysterious vibe wow it’s good. slow chill songs

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