Music Monday
The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, and Life, Despair & Monsters.
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Trigger warning: Allusions to executions in the second song. Also there's swearing in the last song if that's of any concern.
For The UnTitledverse, I've got a good little song for the Twins of Terror themselves, Malcolm and Maddison Darling. One (Malcolm) became a human-cordycep hybrid with mechanical prosthetics for his lower half with a taste of lethal revenge (and projection of an unhealthy sibling-substitute fixation?) against Ellie Williams from The Last Of Us, while the other (Maddison) became a multiversal assassin who failed miserably at her job so ditched her employers and succeeded in becoming a serial killer instead... all the while searching to reunite with her twin brother. Song below:
"Insane, inside, the danger gets me high
Can't help myself, got secrets I can't tell
I love the smell of gasoline
I light the match to taste the heat
I've always liked to play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
(Fire, fire)
I've always liked to play with fire
I ride (I ride) the edge (the edge), my speed goes in the red
Hot blood (hot blood), these veins (these veins), my pleasure is their pain
I love to watch the castes burns
These golden ashes turn to dirt (hmm, hmm)
I've always liked to play with fire
Play with fire
Play with fire
(Fire, fire)
I've always liked to play with fire
Oh, watching as the flames get higher
Oh, I've always liked to play with (Mmm)
Right of passage, classic havoc
Match in the gas tank, ooh, that's wretched
Unstoppable, legendary animal (mmm)
Digital justice, now you're gonna know us
Hail to the king and queen of the ruckus
Yacht Money wired, no denying
I've always liked to play with fire."
For Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, I have Father Adam Omar and Oscar Lapis, the former the prophet of the Congregation of Adam's Guard, one of the main antagonists of Silva's Hope (the other being Joseph Seed) and a character I intentionally wrote to be despicable, and the latter the captain of Adam's Enforcers, the right-hand man of Adam and also quite despicable as well. Adam is also Silva and Elsa's biological father, and the reason why they have so many issues, and has also affected Paul and Kamski, while Oscar was an instrument of torment used by Adam against the other characters, plus Oscar also murdered Irene Neon, who was Silva's first love, Kamski's daughter and Persephone's mother. Both were involved in the generational enslavement, oppression and eventual massacre of the Tumultite community. Song below:
[Note the lyrics that have been cherry-picked out are only because I feel they mostly fit the characters of Adam and Oscar, and there is much more in the song but has been removed down below]
"The temperature's low, but our purpose is much higher
What's behind us mustn't blind us to divineness that transpires
And by grace we have been with that most elegant of truth
You stand here, not abandoned, but as testament and proof
For a city is its people and its people are its heart
Stood together 'gainst the weather, 'gainst the coming of the dark
Ne'er a lantern has been build with oh-so righteous a spark
When providence claims continents, but provided us an ark."
...
"Brute force and discipline ensures all the citizens
Are chipping in sufficiently, under threat of imprisonment
Liberty's prohibited, retired, it's mandatory compliance now
To keep the fire alight, we need to stamp any defiance out
We can ill afford the price of human rights nor pay the cost of anger
So we stifle scrutinising eyes astray with propaganda
The only way that we can pull through is under cruel rule
If a single person falls out of line, we all do."
...
"I have heard there are those who would defy us
Dissidents without repent are bent on questioning the dias
Twisted iron fist pariahs and their heretic messiah
Hand in and skin the sinners if you wish to skim divinity
Each shiver will deliver us in deliverance in time
Burn the innocents for penitence if we preempt the crime
I'm protector of the truth, great erector of the New Faith
Defectors and objectors can expect a second doomsday
Unquestioning our destiny, relentless we pursue fate
Alone I have been chosen to be spoken through by true grace
Frozen Omens say we should evoke another crusade"
...
"Infecting desperate residents with false hope
Now they've sworn oaths and pledged commitment to a cult
No mercy will be shown or quarter given, fetch the coiled rope
And hang them by the necks until it's taut, the lesson learned is certain
No measure of faith will keep you warm or sate your appetite
So pray, heed the warning, or we may just have to tax your life."
...
"Now the book of laws is closed and its pages shine a light
As the people fill the shrines in line with my divine right
This battlement of sacraments, as chattel to our rite
The sacrilegious and recalcitrant shall vow or face the smite
Nonbelievers shan't deceive us, we shall greet their cheek with grievance
In this ceaseless season, we redeem the meek with bleak obedience
Seeking each unheeding heathen, see them bleed or plead allegiance
Blessed be relief from freedom; lest ye feel the need for treason
Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined
Mere herds of sheep are people, thus, they need to be subservient
'Neath so turbulent a firmament, the worst of men survive
Pray their mercy may preserve us once we touch the other side."
...
"Now the book of laws is closed, you've no hope to try and fight
As the people fall in line and march in time with iron might
Nonbelievers shan't deceive us, we shall greet their cheek with grievance
In this ceaseless season, we redeem the meek with bleak obedience
Seeking each unheeding heathen, see them bleed or plead allegiance
Blessed be relief from freedom; lest ye feel the need for treason
Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined
Mere vermin are the people, thus, they need to be subservient
Turn a leaf in the journal, weep as you read the scriptures
The book of laws is closed, it's frozen shut couldn't thaw
But should the storms subside it might be time to write a couple more."
For Life, Despair & Monsters, I got a song for Miraculous Miracles. This is for the part of the fic where it goes from "crime-fighting comedic trio consisting of a bi-disaster super-heroine who's got talent, her pun-loving laid back cat hero with abandonment issues and a teleporting inter-dimensional humanoid plant-fungus mentor with magic cards who has to be convinced not to eat anyone" to "Everyone is healing from what Sir Enigma Malvolio did, especially Marinette." Song below:
"I got my driver's license last week
Just like we always talked about
'Cause you were so excited for me
To finally drive up to your house
But today I drove through the suburbs
Crying 'cause you weren't around
...
Oh, and I can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone
I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me
'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street
Red lights, stop signs
I still see your face in the white cares, front yards
Can't drive past the places we used to go to
'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Sidewalks we crossed
I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing
Over all the noise
God, I'm so blue, know we're through
But I still fuckin' love you, babe.
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)"
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