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dragonwysper · 5 months

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Small art dump of my babygirl Velkurpení. She's an eldritch god and is also very silly, and she has become a bit of a comfort character for me (despite the fact she's technically my own OC).

Also have a playlist I made for her because I'm proud of it.

To give a quick summary of the playlist, essentially she's just kindof out floating in the void, until she starts wondering about what other life exists. She finds Sornieth and reaches out to a few select dragons, who after a collective existential crisis, have an Arcane dragon send out a response. She comes in, and this little group becomes a bit of a cult devoted to worshiping her in return for her knowledge and experience existing since the dawn of time.

Velkurpení, as they've dubbed her, watches generation after generation of her little cult come and go, pondering how their lives go so fast, it's like they never existed at all. With each new generation though, they become less receptive to her. Less respectful. Finally, some of them insult her in a massive way, and Velkurpení is furious. In a fit of rage, she smites them all.

She realizes what she's done later, and she mourns.

At the end of it all, she's kindof faced her own sort of Lovecraftian horror. Her eyes have been opened to the tiny intricacies of the things that have happened around her, and she can't remove her knowledge and understanding of it, meaning she can't go back to the long chain of great existence she's used to. She is forever Changed and she must deal with that.

^ The girl <3

I've gotten a bit of art commissioned of her and I'm 🥺 I love it so much. I love seeing her in other people's styles and interpretations.

Also getting a lore commission from Disillusionist to better word all of her lore! I plan to create a nice formatted bio for her afterwards 😤

But ye !!!! She is my stupidly expensive little eldritch horror and I love her <3

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subparcarrion · 1 month

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CW//TW: kinda vent, discussion of tics and tic attacks (and some of the aftermath for me), discussion of high stress and anxiety situations, cussing/cursing, discussion of physical pain, discussion of pills.

(ACTUAL POST UNDER CUT.)

So... yeah,,,

Tic attacks, gonna have to go with ☆☆☆☆☆/★★★★★ (0/5). Especially at close to four in the morning at a sleepover.

Not really sure why I'm deciding to put it out on the internet, but I guess I wanna talk about it or smth. And with March break and my crippling social anxiety the closest I've come to talking about it irl is a quick "that was kinda traumatic ngl" to a close friend over text.

In retrospect it makes sense, it's the most stressed I've been in a while now paired with a lot of just having to be constantly "on" and feeling scared to say no.

For context I did a pseudo babysitting job for a family friend from around mid afternoon to nearly midnight. I then decided to go a sleepover with my friends late since they had been kind enough to move the date so I could attend. (Probably not the best idea for the future who has a bad anxiety disorder and probably a lot of other stuff, but when have I ever said no.)

The job itself was pretty stressful but the kid and her mom's are super nice and did their best to accommodate me, so that was really nice. (They also paid me really well when I would have honestly done if for free so I'm not gonna complain. Anything bad was kinda just unavoidable considering it was me who was doing the job.)

Im also not really gonna bitch about the sleepover too much, my friends are lovely, the timing just made things rough.

Since I was arriving so late we hung out for like an hour and then went to bed (at least tried to go to bed), a lot of tha time was just kinda spent getting ready for bed though. There's nothing wrong with that, I just ended up feeling a little like I had missed out on the best part of stuff. (Again, no one else's fault.)

Everyone else fell asleep pretty quick, however I was not tired at all. It wasn't unexpected though, going from one high stress situation to another doesn't really let you let your guard down. Let alone feel properly sleepy.

So I just kinda did some stuff on my phone for thirty minutes to see if I would get tired and then decided to finally turn in for the night still very much all to aware of everything.

At this point it's probably important to mention that everyone in my froend group has at least a passing interest in a game called "The Stanley Parable". And if you didn't know you can go into an elevator in that game, and it kinda just plays this goofy elevator music in loup until you leave.

It is thus tradition in my friend group to play the elevator music while we fall asleep at any and all sleepovers where it is possible and everyone is chill with it.

The elevator is kinda some basic lyricless pop-ish kinda techno song where you can occasionally, if you listen closely enough hear the narrator hum along with the tune. The song itself is a certified banger, but I was stressed as fuck and hyperaware of everything. It was safe to say it was driving me crazy, especially the humming part.

I didn't really have any means to turn it off though and I would feel bad doing it. After all, I had agreed to it any it would be distruptful to try since it was super late and the room was pretty packed. To move around too much would probably wake someone up. (Wow, foreshadowing or smth.)

I never really got to sleep and it was around late three in the morning, nearly four when shit really started to hit the fan.

(Another bout of context before I continue: so I've had what I'm just calling tics at this point for about a year now, maybe a bit longer. At least that's when they started getting really noticeable and causing real problems for me. Personally for me it's mostly motor ticks that get much worse in stressful situations. Stressful situations being an iffy description that could cover pretty much anything on acount of the anxiety disorder. Albeit over time it has developed into mostly motor ticks with occasional verbal ones.

I can have periods where they are happening very few times a day and then ones where they are happening several times a minute, either way they never really go away. I had been doing pretty good tick wise before this whole ordeal, now it's definitely leaning towards the worse, more disruptive and painful side.)

It started off with a ciuple of my usual motor tics, getting more and more aggressive very quickly. For the most part these would consist of things like my shoulders jumping up and hitting the vase of my head and neck or my hands doing weird shit.

By the time the verbal tics started the motor tics were so aggressive and frequent they were getting pretty painful. This would be the same time I would start making small squeaks as a verbal tick.

It became pretty clear after that this wasn't stopping any time soon so I sat up and used my pillow to cover my mouth in hopes to muffle the noise so I wouldn't wake anyone.

This was the point where something changed and my tics got the worst they'd ever been. It went from squeaks to small screams and loud grunts. And I was just sitting there in pain scared out of my mind for nearly and hour before the noise finally woke up my friends. Cuz despite all my effort a pillow can't hide constant screaming for very long.

When my friends woke up they were reasonably concerned, they knew I had tics that could occasionally get kinda bad but this was the worst it had been, and I could barely explain through the ticks that it had been going on for about an hour. There was definitely no way I was calming them down, and in all fairness I was freaking out too and they handled the whole shitshow remarkably well.

They probably spent twenty minutes or more trying to calm me down or help, but nothing was working, in fact it might have been getting worse. One of my friends also tried Google-ing it, but Google pretty much said drug him or ignore them were feasible options for yours truly, the little bitch boy.

My friend eventually got their mom and I regained enough control to pack my shit and got driven home. I downed as much sleeping and pain meds as I was allowed to take and continued ticking until I passed out.

Idk,,, not a particularly entertaining story, ig I just wanted to get it out somewhere.

As for me right now, it's been two days and I can't go five minutes without some sort of tic at most.

However, I'm feeling somewhat better, even if my neck hurts like shit.

I suppose that's all, thanks for listening to me bitch and moan tumblr. <33 /p

-carrion_

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raythekiller · 10 months

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may be a really weird thing to ask but,could you do a short little blurb for lane comforting s/o who’s just really down about everything happening in the world? Like s/o watching the news and just hearing about all the terrible things happening in the world and lane finding them sitting with their knees to their chest trying to calm down so they don’t have a full blown panic attack?

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🗒 ❛ You're Gonna Be Fine ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Lane The Lurker

#Notes: its not weird at all, dw!! also, warning for some death mentions and such

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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TURNING on the TV might have been a bad idea. Channel after channel, all that you hear about is tragedy and death. You skip to another one, the reporter talking about yet another school shooting that just took place. You switch again. A low-income neighbourhood got flooded, leaving countless of people homeless. You switch one last time and grab your phone, deciding to leave the TV only as background noise. The first post you see is about a teenager who got kicked out of their house, asking for incredibly low amounts of money so that they could at least have something to eat. You look up and tune in to the television again. "The eight year old that went missing last week was found dead this morning. The police still has no clues as to-" You hurry for the controller, turning the device off, your breathing now rapid and hands slightly shaking. Dwelled in silence, you hug your knees against your chest, trying and failing to calm yourself down. It was all simply too much.

The only sound that could be heard now was the faint noise of demonias hitting softly against the wooden floor, a sound that grew louder and louder. You recognize that noise anywhere. As they entered the room, the sounds came to a sudden stop as they stood in the doorway, staring down at you with a concern that can't really be described. Lane quickly rushes to your side. "Darling, what's wrong?" they whisper softly. You don't respond, simply clinging to their hoodie instead, pulling them closer. They hug you tightly in response, one of their hands combing through your hair gently as they coo at you, "Hey, hey, everything's okay now. I'm here,". The sound of their heartbeat and breathing is steady, and you soon find yourself copying it, inhaling at a normal speed. They shuffle to sit down on the couch, pulling you on top of their chest while still holding you tightly.

After you've calmed down a bit, they cup your face to have you look at them. "I love you, okay? Nothing bad is gonna happen while I'm here, I promise you,". They give you a quick and passionate kiss, smiling as they pull away, one of their hands going to grab the acoustic guitar that was resting by the couch. You lay your head on their shoulder while they place the guitar on their lap, strumming a soft, lyricless tune and humming under their breath. While the world may be full of tragedies, they don't exist here, not in this room. Not with them by your side.

#I DONT KNOW HOW TO FINISH SCENARIOS AAAAAA #🦈 anon #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #oc.lane hellshire #ray.writes

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pyonpyonpyon · 1 year

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@bishonenprince wants a Ramuda!

"Hm, hmm, hmm~!!" Ramuda sings a lyricless tune to himself as he dances and skips down the street. His hair almost seems to float around him, as soft and fluffy as cotton candy. The heart-shaped belt hanging under his jacket follows his every spin.

With a relaxed, wandering gaze, he eyes each person around him. That lady's someone he already asked, that mister looks like he's in too much of a hurry, the cutie over there's in too big a group and it'd be a pain to imply favoritism when he's supposed to love everyone... there!

"Hey hey mister~!!" He calls out, waving and running in front of the stranger with barely a care in the world. With a bright and innocent grin, he spins on his heel and winks. "Are you busy? 'Cause, like, you're super pretty and I was wondering if you'd model a widdle for my brand~!"

#bishonenprince #magical lollipop drops (ramuda)#ramuda verse: shibuya marble texture #[I don't know how much you know about hypmic but!!!]#[I love ramuda so much he's so funny he has literally asked random ppl on the street to model for him like twice in canon]#[the first time they thought he was in elementary school....]#[the second time thankfully he has a reputation by then so it didn't happen again lol]

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fleurmarigold · 1 year

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Ooh! 4, 10, 11, and 14!

4 is answered!

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

THIS SHIT

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

it really depends on my Highly Specific stimulation needs at the time sjdfkdsjfs!! sometimes a lyricless lofi compilation is enough, sometimes some familiar instrumental tunes I can hum - but sometimes NOTHING will satisfy me unless I can blast my eardrums out with - and gutturally sing along to - some Lemon Demon or the Shrek the Musical OST while I'm drawing. it's like a Hunger

14. Any favorite motifs

hrmmrmmm....... birds....................... commission me to draw your birds, folks

#fleur txt #thank you Wig!! always fun to hear from you :-DD

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springcatalyst · 1 year

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🎵? :-)

lol hello besti

1. Close to the Sun by Porcelain Pill

- I think this is probably from a viddy game but I dont know what and I dont care bcause it slaps. icarus time

2. One in a Million by Dance Gavin Dance

- teen emo music. I like how they do screamo what can I say

3. Oh Look Aliens! by Vexento

- ok most of vexentos music is lyricless and it's all dinky as hell but I love it. whoever this fucker is makes cute little tunes. good vibes with a lil bit of pervading melancholy every now n then. sounds like summer

4. We Have It All by Pimstones

- make a deal with the devil but get sad about it. I think youd like this one dont shoot me if I'm wrong tho

5. Starlight by Starset

- obligatory starset song. love starlight it's very sweet for a starset song but it's still got a shitton of. shit. going on. I like starset a normal amount

#ask #look at my music boy #starlight is such a song of all time. all starsets music is so... desperate #yeah a lot of that is because its just loud because. its metal or rock or whatever the fuck even #but its so. OUGH. anhyway #i really like all of vexentos lyricless stuff too. the silent miracle is my fav album from them. icaro my beloved

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butchdaydreams · 1 year

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Have you tried listening to lyricless music while you work? Or do you rly just prefer silence?

I learn the tune to the lyricless stuff and then it’s basically the same to my brain as having lyrics

#ask

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lordoftherazzles · 2 years

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I’m just going to dive right in and say the Onion 👀

THE ONION!!! Oh my gosh, this is going to be so much fun! @stardryad-random and I have put together two big playlists for this fic already, and now to trim it down to a soundtrack like this? EXCELLENT, but tough. Great choice, my friend!

A Soundtrack for When Darkness Shines Brightest

3 Character Intro Songs

Shades and Shadows: Peter Gundry Star and I dubbed this as “Thorin’s Theme” for this fic a long time ago, and it has stuck ever since. It’s a perfect fit, and much like the rest of Peter’s work that is in these playlists of ours, it captures the somber attitude amazingly. It also gives me some small “Jack’s Lament” vibes, which, if you’ve been following this fic from the beginning, there are some loose TNBC elements here!

A Little Place Called Home: Adrian Von Ziegler This was dubbed as “Bilbo’s Theme” long ago as well! It’s a soft little tune that captures him, as well as his environment in a big contrast to that of Thorin. Also, I can say, you should be listening to this when we meet Bilbo, it just fits the scene so perfectly. When will that be? Soon.

Black Heart: BrunuhVille Oh man, we’re so excited to feature Arvinur (our young OC dwarf!) here in this one! This is a theme we decided fit him perfectly, which will be touched base on more later on in the fic, but it has this somber ‘music box’ style tune that really attaches to his character and what he’s lost.

2 Lyricless “Mood” Songs

When Darkness Shines Brightest: Peter Gundry This one I feel is pretty self explanatory, it’s where we got the fic title from after a LOT of time looking. Also, Peter Gundry is a HUGE part of our “instrumental playlist” for this fic, the mood is just so PERFECT. It’s dark and somber and paints a perfect picture for the main setting of this fic - Erebor.

Tick Tock Goes the Clock: Jo Blankenburg Another theme for Erebor, but a far cry from what we’ve heard so far. It’s more fun and a nod to what the mountain used to be, as well as what lays within!

1 Villain/Conflict Song

Close In The Distance: Pealeaf, Chewie Melodies For any of my fellow FFXIV fans, you will absolutely recognize this one! And for those who don’t know the game, give it a listen, the song is just beautiful, and it occurred to me later on that it really fit a big conflict within the fic. I happily dragged Star into it too, and it’s just an emotional piece that I associate with a very big turning point that we’ll see later on. Enjoy!

4 Scene Songs

Fading Light: Aviators I wouldn’t say this is a specific scene song, but it’s a great theme for the fic overall. I would say it’s also a great “credits scene” song ahaha, if such a thing existed for fics!! One of my personal favorites when it comes to this fic.

Guiding Light: Mumford & Sons This song really fits the Thorin & Bilbo dynamic, though it is more relevant after a few chapters of the fic. I don’t want to touch base on it too much because we’re not that far in the fic (published, anyway ehehe).

Will the Sun Ever Rise: Five Finger Death Punch I associate this song a LOT with Thorin and his current situation within Erebor, being unhappy about the state of things. This is also a great song for when the full extent of his history and plight are brought to light against someone who has had it far easier than he..

Once Upon A Dream: Lana Del Rey This scene absolutely holds importance for a scene later on that Star and I have gushed over. I can’t talk about it yet, but just...listen to it and imagine for yourselves.

Send me any of my fics and I’ll give you a soundtrack!

#raz answers #sunnyrosewritesstuff #ask game #weekend wips #starzzy collabs #fic music #fic: when darkness shines brightest

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epithmia-moved · 2 years

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@uizado : when it came to flowers, howl find it quite difficult to present any one in specific to mana. yet he returned anyways with a small vase of orange ranunculus, held together by a small rubber band in the midsection of their stems, &. set it on the table in front of them, so that they could clearly see that he had brought them on purpose, &. not had some strange magical incident. for them: from howl.

the smile that graces their features blooms brightly not unlike the flowers set upon the table, partly covered by fingertips exuding modesty and a thoughtful air. it is not lost on them, the way he sets the vase down and the intent behind the motion ( it shakes shoulders with a barely withheld laugh, for odds are they probably would have missed the gift based intent of it. assumed it just another average addition to these walls to be mindful of in its care ). mana sees it, and she accepts it wholly. nor is the meaning of the flowers lost either, though the mind takes a couple of minutes longer to process. first, it is the backs of their fingers that brush below the petals, tracing the edges before palm flips outwards and they cradle the plants between each tip. then it is a sound torn between a hum and lyricless tune departs as such lovely gift is scooped up and carried off to the center of the home. to be placed and displayed in a location most commonly passed by, and thus, viewed the most; where it will stay for the entirety of the ranunculus’ lifespan. mana makes sure to move swiftly, as to not take too long. and when they do return, their stride is full of confidence and it is with two of the orange blossoms in tow, one with a much shorter stem than the other.

“ maybe, ” they begin, idly, and in reach towards his visage — toes pushing them just high enough with the stretch of their limbs — to tuck flower and hair alike behind the curve of his ear. faintest of actions, the way they follow the flow of it down to the tips before withdrawing back into themselves. free hand pinches and twirls the ranunculus they have decided to keep all the while she recalls so specifically, feet already taking them to some other part of the house, not particularly having a favorite flower but beginning to favor these ones all the same. “ these will become my favorite type of flower. ”

#➢ asks .#uizado #i love them #this ask was so fun to answer #hopefully this reply makes up for the fact its been sitting in my inbox for this long LMFAO #mana plotting his ass bc now they Obviously have to get him flowers back too. its only right #*plotting on

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shmreduplication · 2 years

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anyway so basically licensing songs for tv and movies is extremely expensive, that’s why it was such a big deal that Happy Birthday became public domain, the fact that it was under copyrite is why every chain restaurant had to make up their own pseudo-happy birthday song that they could get the whole staff to sing to people on their birthdays

so that means that any song that is worth the cost is probably going to be a sparknotes version of the entire episode/movie. For example (also btw this post is going to be about timeloops eventually, bear with me) the ending of Breaking Bad (spoilers for the ending of Breaking Bad) has Walter listening to a song about a cowboy going home to his lover to die in her arms. He listens to it in the Southwest (cowboy territory) on the way to his meth lab and dies inside it while it goes up in flames (end spoilers)

so one of the (imo, v few) positives of the groundhogization of timeloops is the use of a song to wake up the protag. It serves as an extremely quick way to communicate to the protag and the audience that they are still stuck or finally free from the loop. Groundhog Day used I Got You Babe by Sonny and Cher. This is actually a weird case because the song is about two lovers who have nothing but each other (they don’t care if they can’t pay rent, they don’t have a lot but they know they have each other. These aren’t the actual lyrics but the general vibe) so it’s not actually about Phil or being in a loop, the lyrics are in contrast to Phil. They describe all the townies of Punxsutawney a lot more than Phil, but eventually he figures out that he does “have” the entire town’s population, he becomes friends with everyone and finds meaning thru that even tho he’s lost his entire future and everything that he’s been working toward.

Gotta Get Up by Harry Nilsson is used in Russian Doll and it is just perfect. Nadia is in a decaying timeloop and the song itself decays from this ragtime tune to an unsettling . I don’t know the word. The notes are all played from lowest to highest in this v strange way. I think a gliss is when you sweep your hand over the piano keys but this is not that. IDK how to describe it but it’s unsettling. The lyrics are about growing older (it’s set on her birthday) and being late (probably meant in the normal sense for the song but takes on a double meaning for the show) and growing cold (this is referring to death in the song but also takes on a double meaning in the show because it’s set in winter). It’s so fucking good you guys. Alan has his own song for the loop and it’s some classical lyricless thing that is in the public domain, I’ll look up the specific song and how people write about it later but rn I’m talking about lyrics

50 First Dates has Wouldn’t It Be Nice by the Beach Boys and this is kinda cheating because that song is about literally every piece of romantic fiction ever. It would be fucking nice! It fucking would be fucking nice god damn it!!!!!! Also this is the only one where the song is relevant to the plot and chosen by a character. Well I guess Alan chooses his song but I’m not talking about it because it doesn’t have lyrics. In addition to Lucy choosing the song to be relevant to her loop, it actually impacts the plot. Her dad and brother notice that she only sings it on days that she meets Henry. By that point the audience is led to be thinking “wouldn’t it be nice if her memory problems could be fixed or have some positive progress” and her singing it is proof that her daily pattern can be affected

And then Supernatural chose Heat of the Moment by Asia which. First of all is a weird choice, it’s a romance song but the show is about two brothers. The song is imo more about Sam as a person than about the episode/the loop. The boys live their whole life in the heat of the moment. IDK it was fine, I’m not going to rewatch the whole episode just to analyze the song lyrics, but I do recommend looking at the imdb trivia page for the episode. It takes place on a tuesday because the x-files episode is called Monday, the song that tells Sam that it’s wednesday is the same song that tells Marty McFly that he’s back in the present. Obviously the Winchesters are using a clock radio, just like Phil in Groundhog Day, they put a lot of thought into the episode

#timeloop project

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tobblok · 9 months

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Chainska Brassika

Geezer style is a new phrase that has entered my lexicon due to the works of the band ‘Chainska Brassika’. A London based band whose every publish reminds you that they are ‘World Reggae Champions’, their work combines the ska sound with the harsh london accents that make their music a joy to listen to, and their homemade music videos entaining to watch. They are currently one of my favourite bands in the Ska community here in England for their easy style and relaxing music found not only in their studio albums but even in their original EPs.

When looking at them compared to others in the genre in England who ape the guitar riffs of the Third Wave bands of the 90s, their style goes back to the original roots of the genre, in the First and Second waves. Music normally finds brothership in actions, as metal and other rock genres fit into exercise and workouts, the classic ska and reggae beats calls more for a casual work, stepping in time to the off-beat, finding a place in everyday life that can sometimes be desperately needed. For me, their music encapsulates this perfectly. Songs like “The Higherside”, “Simple Things”, and “Unwind” bring nothing but relaxing joy to my ears.

Like many bands that find themselves in a niche genre of music, many of their songs themselves reflect verbally on the genre, creating an atmosphere of fellowship in the music that we all enjoy. However, a main theme that runs through the majority of their songs is the desire of relaxing happiness. Many common phrases and ideas that are found in other counter establishment music can be found in their beat, with them prioritising the “Simple Things”, rejecting materialistic complicated lives and romanticising the smaller life of happiness and simplicity. As well as these they are still able to write more crowd pleasing songs like ‘Down The Barge’ which describes a story of going down to the pub with your friends with many an opportunity written in for the audience to chant along with lyricless noises.

Chainska has been a constant companion on my many journeys with their relaxing beats and easy tunes.

#ska #ska punk #reggae #music #music discussion #music blog #songs #Chainska Brassika #indie music

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paigelts05 · 1 year

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Julian [FNAF OC]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Julian-FNAF-OC-892330308

Published: Sep 19, 2021

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23858029

I'm getting over my aversion to drawing simple character portraits. I've been getting so caught up in making sure every peice has some kind of plot to it that I've been neglecting to draw characters just because I've not gotten around to thier plotline yet. So I've decided that if it looks cool when someone else does it, it'll look cool when I do it, and I drew just a normal drawing of Julian. I added some background elements, but it looks cool and adds to the atmosphere. But I made a story anyway. =°•.🌹 Story 🌹.•°=

°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*° Julian sung a lyricless tune to himself as he danced around his darkroom. Photographs hung on washing lines that spanned across the room, turning it into a spiders web of photographs. The only light source came from a set of dim red fairy lights strung up across the walls. Despite his blindness in one eye and the dim lighting, Julian navigated the room with grace as he plucked photographs out of the developing fluid and pegged them onto free space on the web of washing lines. This was his room, his territory, and he knew exactly what he was doing. Once the spoils from his most recent outing were all hung up to dry, he remembered how he took these photographs in the first place. Ancient animatronics festering in old back rooms were the easy shots. All he had to do was get in and find them. Getting to see them walk around was more dangerous, but it was so rewarding. Sometimes, he'd go to a franchise that was capitalising off of Freddy's bad reputation, trying to pull off the art of animatronic performers, but they all ended the same way Fazbear's did, and Julian was always there to capture the downfall in individual images, frozen in time. The fear from finding out the suits are haunted. The attacks the animatronics would make. The sadness of those related to the ones that were lost this time. Sometimes, Julian would put himself in danger just to get a good and intimidating photo of particularly reputation ruining bots, and it was better him than some random who didn't know what they were doing anyway. If that's what his dad and his mate's justification for staying at one of those places for so long was, he could use the same excuse. Over the years, Julian had collected many scars that complimented the scratches over his eye. Each scar told as much of a story as each photograph he took, and his most recent was one he was quite proud of. For his most recent collection, he had decided to take a night shift himself at a restaurant that was roumored to be haunted, and knowing that the place wouldn't last more than a week, he had an easy way out of this part time night shift. Whilst the animatronics stalked him, he took photograph after photograph. He stole glimpses at the bodies inside the suits, and broken machinery that moved, and ghosts wandering the halls. Each of these were caught on his trusty camera. Photographs that would be used to bring justice and closure for those who have lost and have been lost. With a slight chuckle, he thought to himself "I'm not doing that bad for a rookie!" He had always found it funny that whenever people saw him at his day job, they'd question how someone of his young age - he was bearly an adult - could possibly be able to work amongst elites of crime scene photography? How did someone so young have the skills to take photographs of crime scenes? What people didn't think to realise was that his skill was from years of macabre practice. What people also didn't know about him was how exactly macabre his personal training in this field was; he had honed his skills to the point at where the station would take him on for such delicate work usually reserved for veterans of the job by putting himself through the ordeal of observing the aftermath of vile scenes; a thing that comes part and parcel with hunting ghosts. Well, many people didn't know about that night job of his anyway. The aforementioned one where he hunted down and took photographs of supernatural entities. So this was to be expected. All his day job photos were digital and processed at work. But all the photos in his darkroom were his own night work. The more evidence based ones would be sent in as an anonymous tip, but the more dynamic ones where the animatronics would be showing their teeth or lunging at him would be shared online under the pseudonym "LittleRedPhotographer" - a reference to the story of little red riding hood. He would show others his findings, but not too much as to not become too notorious. Only the 'clean' photographs would be shared under his pseudonym, so no corpses, only the ghosts themselves, and nothing that would make people ask too many questions. Sometimes, too much attention was a bad thing, and when taking photographs of ghosts, taking believable photographs that toe the line between safe and vile was a tough job, but Julian executed the task with elegance and precision. He looked around at his most recent collection and begun to rearrange them on the line, figuring out which ones were evidence based, which ones were fun, and which were better left for his personal collection. Looking at a photo that had been on the line for a while, he recalled last week's work: an investigation sparked by his own anonymous tip. The scene of a triple homicide, the use of spring lock suits to hold the bodies, and the suits failing due to the bodily fluids. Many other photographers had had to dip out before the visions of the scene permanently burned its way into thier minds, but Julian was able to stay there all day. It wasn't unusual for someone who grew up around the dead and undead to be this desensitised to gore, but to an outsider, sometimes his guts and confidence in the face of the most grotesque scenes would get him mistook for a professional - something he didn't mind, even though he was still a little wet around the ears regarding more professional shots. His mentors would aid him in what to take photographs of and a vauge guide on what angles to use, and Julian would put his own spin on things, his iron stomach and steel will carrying him through the long days, letting him get closer to the corpses than any of the others dared to in order to take more detailed photographs. Besides, he had already been here to sneak photos from the outside, so it's not like the scene was new and shocking anymore. It was only now he was able to see the finer details of the grizzly innards of this location, so he may as well make the most of it. His attention turned back to a photograph of interest. That dramatic photograph of the view from outside the saferoom window that was still on the washing line despite having been dried for over a week. It's not that he didn't want to put it away; he just couldn't be bothered to find out where it should go. Was it tasteful enough for his blog, or was it destined for the shoebox. Gently plucking the photograph off the line and sitting down on his bed, he studied the photograph. As he assessed the shadows of the photograph, he determined that it was alright to share. Only the back of the suit was visible, and the blood had pooled out of frame, so it was tasteful enough, but it wasn't boring either. He decided he'd make the final decision on that tomorrow. Because today, he was processing a new batch of photos. Photos took at yet another location. He had to sneak in to the long abandoned building and had gotten some amazing photographs of animatronics charging at him and stalking the halls. He sometimes wondered what would happen if he stayed around the same animatronics for too long. Would he wind up like his dad with the animatronics trying to use him, or would these animatronics not care for who someone really was and just kill him. Besides, it was better to not get caught than wonder what would happen if you did. °*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°

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eurovision-del · 2 years

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11. The Netherlands – De Diepte

Rounding out this run of ballads right outside my top 10 is S10’s De Diepte. This one is just really nice to listen to, melancholic but still soothing, especially with S10’s beautiful voice. The lyrics speak of loss and depression, and the music reflects that but balances it out with a more hopeful sound. The stripped back sound with just the gentle strumming guitar and then the simple piano chords in the pre-chorus works so well to create that empty feeling, then the fuller sound in the chorus with the addition of percussion creates a warmer sound that adds that sense of hope. I also really like the melody throughout the song, especially on the ‘dah da dah’ leading into the chorus. I think that’s a great moment – the lack of words there feels like a deliberate choice to express that there’s nothing left to say. The tune on ‘ooh ahh’ at the start of the chorus is a great hook, however I do wonder if there could have been something more could have been done there, especially since you’ve got an extended lyricless moment before the chorus, having the key moment that follows that just being ‘ooh’ feels a little too empty for my tastes, even if it matches the song’s intent. But it’s only a minor gripe and doesn’t change that I really enjoy the rest of the song. It’s balm to the ears and catharsis for the soul.

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bgnoisemusic · 4 years

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Watch "Paris Cafe Vibes ☕️ -lofi, jazzhop, chillhop mix playlist" on YouTube

https://youtu.be/LpZ9Xv7oR9o

#lyricless music #BG music #BG tunes #lyricless tunes

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thisstableground · 5 years

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#todays tunes #for if anyone needs some excellent lyricless study/chill music

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demowogorgon · 4 years

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Chuckle - Anna

♪ You just don't know it yet but you love me and I love you the same

One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything ♪

You run through the wooden pallet yet again, praying that the killer doesn’t take her chances and swing through it. Luckily, you’re correct. You’re safe for another loop, and you thank the universe for the extra time. Unfortunately, the killer isn’t deterred as she bounds after your smaller form gleefully. Her lyricless song suffocates you, and your head rings with agitation. Your heart speeds up as the haunting melody worms its way into your brain, choking you with its wordless tune. You pray that your friends finish the generators soon so you can escape this monster.

Her eyes glow behind her rabbit mask, following your form like a predator follows prey. You swallow the fear creeping in your throat to focus on making the most use out of this pallet as possible. You can feel her giant form on your heels, and you throw down the wood as forcefully as you can.

Yet, rather than hearing her usual yelp, she just...chuckles. You look behind you momentarily to check on the situation: you’re sure you hit her, but then why is she laughing? Do you need to watch for a hatchet? You crane your neck over your shoulder as you run to the next structure, but she doesn’t give chase. She stands at the fallen pallet watching you, and she drops her axe to the ground. One hand keeps a grip on the heavy weapon, while her free hand comes up to cradle her face. The weight of the axe sends soft tremors through the ground, but the noise is shockingly loud. You stop running for a moment, disobeying the adrenaline and cortisol pumping through your veins. Her soft laughter is practically deafening in the trial grounds. Logically, you know that the noise is a quiet one. Yet, the eye contact seems to make the noise louder and more... personal. You shiver, fighting the urge to run away like the prey she likely views you as. You can’t decide on whether her laughter is angelic or demonic. It’s light and chimes like the most gorgeous church bells; however, is that just part of her allure? Beauty is dangerous, after all. You settle on the metaphor of a siren’s call.

Slowly, her laughter dies off. She pulls her hand away from her face to pick her long axe back up, spinning it around in her hands experimentally. You shift your feet around anxiously, preparing to run at a moment’s notice. Her hum picks back up and she turns away, presumably to find another survivor. You breathe a sigh of relief and start to look for a generator to work on. Crisis avoided.

♪ We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part

Oh you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart ♪

[A/N: Song lyrics are from “An Unhealthy Obsession” by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra! Tw/cw for stalking!]

#anna the huntress x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd anna x reader #the huntress x reader #anna the huntress #dbd imagines

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