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fogwitchoftheevermore · 24 days

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(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

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“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

#empires smp #hermitcraft #grian #mythicalsausage #hermitfic #empiresfic #long post #my writing #….do i need to tag shipping on this #they’re not actually DOING anything. and i would say i’m not really going much further than sausage usually does #but like. idk man. if i wake up in the morning and decide i need to tag shipping i will #anyways. fics for an audience of like two people total #but that’s ok cause i like this SO MUCH #the first few sentences have been rotting in my tumblr drafts for like at least two months #and i finally kicked myself into gear to just finish it #and i had fun! i liked the way i used capitalization here to really wedge the difference between how these two think of the watchers #(and listeners)#grian doesn’t necessarily respect them but he does still see them as Other. and he’s maybe a little afraid #so all the important stuff gets capitalized #sausage doesn’t. he doesn’t respect them and he doesn’t fear them and they’re just a weird bureaucracy to him #so no capitalization!#also ten seconds after posting this i got a post on my dash #of sausage posting a screenshot of e’s tumblr post about him checking tumblr in their twitter replies #terrifying. hey king if you see this keep the bit up. i think it’s funny

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annabelle--cane · 15 days

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same anon, here's another vampire poem. also ty for your feedback on the last one :3

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This arrangement is about love and trust.

She lunges for your throat, teeth sinking in,

You love her so much your heart races from the blood loss,

You love her more than you love living, more than you love that your heart beats in 4/4 timing.

She might apologise, afterwards, put a bandage on your neck,

And you will forgive her. You will have nothing to forgive.

And she will never stop.

She'll pin you against the wall,

And you'll wish just once she kissed you.

But she licks your neck with her tongue,

Sandpaper like a cat's.

She'll bite down and start to drink,

And you'll wish just once she killed you,

Ruptured the wrong artery in your neck,

And you could die feeding her,

But not having to be there for it.

ANON?? starting off with an ABAB slant rhyme scheme before dropping it to create a more and more off-kilter feeling. those last four lines killed me in the street btw.

#vampires #answered #anons

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sincerely-sofie · 3 months

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Are you still taking prompts? Since we saw him rip his letter to shreds, how about Ark deliberating and agonizing over what to write when he originally wrote some of those letters? Maybe a sneak peek into what they contained? XD

(Referring to the letter ripped to shreds in this)

I'm very much still taking prompts--- and in all honesty, I probably always will, even if I take ages to get to them--- but I don't know how to make Ark staring at a piece of paper like he wants it to get up and solve his romantic dilemmas for him into an entertaining drawing ;w;

I would LOVE to give a sneak peak into what the letters contained, too, but whenever I try to sit down and write them out, Ark doesn't cooperate. I can't get many specifics beyond it being akin to Wirt's reasoning for his distress over the mixtape he made for his crush in Over the Garden Wall being delivered prematurely. "There was poetry and clarinets on that tape, Greg! POETRY! and CLARINETS!" and all that.

Ark isn't one for writing sonnets, but he tried in those letters. And he will NEVER let anyone know this. Every last one of those things were burned and then their ashes buried in the backyard. He isn't taking any chances. HOWEVER, if Twig managed to get ahold of one that was intact and actually deciphered his needlessly elaborate penmanship, she would start crying and want to keep it forever.

Ark has high standards for himself, like Twig does as well, but she wouldn't care that he used a slant rhyme instead of a full one in a single line of a heartfelt poem he wrote about how she's a good person and she doesn't need to worry about being a burden. He wrote a poem reassuring her on something she's deeply worried about and now she's going to feel warm and fuzzy all week.

Or at least, she would--- if only Ark wasn't stubbornly resistant to anyone seeing him be truly openly emotional / vulnerable at any point ever.

Don't be like Ark, kids.

#sofie answers asks #the present is a gift au #pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd darkrai #Ark/Twig #travailshipping

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starfieldcanvas · 1 year

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how do you recommend coming up with a tumblr url?

First off, I strongly advise against fandom-based names unless the creator is dead and their work is something you've felt strongly attached to for the last twenty years, because fandoms change, creators turn out to be asshats, and it's a pain to have to change your URL because your hyperfixation passed or because associating with a fandom makes everyone think you're Schrodinger's bigot. (Shoutout to poor @luny0 💜) And of course it's also very confusing for your followers when you change names!

Second, be aware people will likely nickname you based on your URL — even if your internet name is in your bio like mine — and you can't predict exactly how they'll do it. @pilferingapples has an excellent username but didn't anticipate that it would be universally shortened to "Pilf." It took me forever to realize that @shitpostingfromthebarricade was called Barri, not as in a fem version of 'Barry' like Bari Weiss, but as in "Barricade." My friend @fleetingeternities (rest in peace🕊️) had a lovely name but also went by Flee, for short. So... think about that the same way you'd think about what your baby's initials would spell.

Third, I suggest thinking about how clear the starts and ends of each word in your username are. If a word later n the username starts with a vowel, will it get erroneously linked to the previous letter, or vice versa? It took me years to realize that @nurselofwyr 's username was Nurse Lofwyr and not Nursel of Wyr. Did I know what Nursel meant? No, but people have some pretty bizarre fandom and fantasy names on this hellsite. Users will go on trying to string letters together unless there's a hard stop, so if you want a username where the words might run together unhelpfully, consider hyphenating.

Just a little snippet of an idea, enough to give a vibe or a mental image, is great. Something whimsical, evocative, or downright silly. These things are easiest to achieve by pairing two words that can be imagined together but wouldn't normally go together or wouldn't go together in that grammatical format, e.g. starfishwhisper/ambient-color/marchbloom/goose-destroyer, genderflexing/hamsterwheeling/meme-foraging, frequentlykneecapped/rarelymarried/veryverily, etc. Or stack a few together, e.g. bigbadbandwidth, stabby-old-tabby, godawfulgayghost. Bonus if you get some alliteration or slant rhyme going.

Snapping a few out-of-context words from a quote is solid too: live-in-infamy, delenda-est, among-mad-people, rarely-make-history. They're not word for word quotes, so it's easier for them to morph into a collection of sounds that represent a person. I do know a lot of people have usernames that are full lines of poetry or song lyrics, but my personal opinion is that these tend to flow best as usernames when they're cut off before they get to full sentences. It's always a bit odd to address someone by a name with a pronoun inside it; that's how you get "ME SAW WHO!"

Unless you are on Tumblr for professional reasons, do not use your legal or professional name!

Obviously you always have the option to go with a fake proper noun, fantasy-name style — "larkacyn" or "devossa," or I dunno, "altseven" or "priov" if you're feeling more scifi — but I feel like if you had one of those you wanted to use, you wouldn't have sent this ask.

And of course...all the truly top tier usernames are puns. If you're really committed to getting a fandom name, bury it in a pun, like @owlmylove or like my ao3 username.

(All examples made up of the top of my head unless they're tagged users. You are welcome to any of my nonsense)

#dove.txt #this was such an interesting question. thank you #asked and answered #tumblr meta #sign of the times

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lycaeas · 1 month

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noah kahan wrote "i won't be alone for the rest of my life" and i was like "ok bet" (wrote a song about yearning)

alone (i want to know how) (aka noah kahan refrain plagiarism)

There’s a thought In the back of my mind It strikes a chord That’s ringing in time Then stopping short At the slant of a rhyme I never minded before

That I might be alone For the rest of my life Build my own home Even if it’s out-- or in spite Of all I’ve known Being the gentlest kind Not like I’ve needed love before

But god I want to know how I want to know how To do it now Screaming, god I want to know how I want to know how To do it now

There’s a pain In the crick of my neck And it’s a shame That I haven’t quite slept In an embrace Since the last lover left I never minded, no

That I will be alone Like so many are A love unowned Kept safe and afar Where it don't grow Just sits in reservoir Until it spills over

But god I want to know how I want to know how To do it now Screaming, god I want to know how I want to know how To do it now

So I might be alone For the rest of my life The same old song On the same old pipe Some ancient chord From an ancient strife Nothing you haven’t heard before

But to be known, To be noticed and held Like precious stone One won’t crumble and melt It's better than the throne Or any hand I’ve been dealt Sure would be nice, but it's not a cure

Oh god I want to know how I want to know how To do it now Just screaming, god I want to know how I want to know how To do it now

#bee makes music #i didn't die i've just been very busy with my actual job

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caltropspress · 26 days

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RAPS + CRAFTS #21: Andrew Mbaruk

1. Introduce yourself. Past projects? Current projects?

I’m Andrew Mbaruk, a Black poet living in Vancouver, Canada. I make "literary lo-fi rock rap," drawing from my diverse reading of poetry and classic literature for the "literary" aspect; – it’s "lo-fi" due to the imperfect sound quality, "rock" as the music predominantly features electric guitars, and "rap" because, if I had to use just one genre to categorize it, it’d be rap–I’m obviously rapping in the songs.

On one of my songs I describe my style as “assistant-professorial and janitorial”--it’s a blend of literary, academic, and philosophical elements with a touch of real-life experiences, viewed through my postmodern/modernist collage aesthetic.

Some of my recent albums are Why I Am Not a Painter (a 2023 song anthology), Black Squirrel: A Memoir (an autobiographical album through Extraordinary Rap), and Oiseau=textual: the flying rap album (centered around birds). Collaborations include Affect Theory and the Text-to-Speech Grandiloquence with Rhys Langston, Papier-Mache Chalet with Th’ Mole, Ultraviolet Flamingo with Vellum Bristol or Jouquin Fox, and Hip-Hop, With a Twist of Lemon with Mantis the Miasma.

Currently, I’m working on a series of lo-fi rock rap albums, each titled Abolish Canada. Abolish Canada [1] and Abolish Canada [2] are already available on my Bandcamp page.

2. Where do you write? Do you have a routine time you write? Do you discipline yourself, or just let the words come when they will? Do you typically write on a daily basis?

I write whenever I’m awake and in the mood, which is often at home. This could be in the middle of the night or just as frequently in the afternoon. Currently, I find myself in the writing room...surrounded by books... On my desk are three old dictionaries and a book of selected poems by Wallace Stevens, alongside an energy drink can and crumpled papers... Scattered throughout the room are various poetry books, and books on theory and philosophy, from Marx and Hegel to Frank B. Wilderson III and David Marriott... These books are mostly on a couch doubling as a larger desk, and atop an old synthesizer from the 1980s... On the floor stand an electric guitar and amp, alongside pedals and tangled cords at my feet... Two walls are giant windows, one of which is usually open even in winter (I’m often smoking). I’m undisciplined, though I still write almost daily – though there’s the occasional lapse, like these past few days...

3. What’s your medium—pen and paper, laptop, on your phone? Or do you compose a verse in your head and keep it there until it’s time to record?

During 2017-2018, I primarily used pen and paper for my writing. But, since then, I’ve transitioned to typing most of my raps on a computer. Occasionally I’ll compose a verse while walking, relying on my Android. The inconvenience of keeping verses in my head until I can write them down...that’s a problem I face during work shifts – cleaning Vancouver’s streets, e.g....and one song I crafted mentally while washing dishes at a burger bar. Using a recording medium like paper or a word processor is best though – it allows me to carefully consider connections between different parts of a verse, because I have the entire composition visible on a page or on a screen.

4. Do you write in bars, or is it more disorganized than that?

I used to have a more disorganized writing style, especially in the first few years of this rapping project... Initially, I didn't even see my work as a part of rap. It was only when I started collaborating with other rappers and producers that I began to structure my writing in bars.

While there are still moments when I write in a more formless manner, I stick to a more regular form these days, lines that last four beats. Typically, I'll create four lines that rhyme (using slant rhymes) entirely parallel to each other:

(e.g., “abnegating dactylic hexameter his vacation, a trip with dead passengers the Latin pages of literate Sapphic verse as the painting's acrylic red flags ablur”),

followed by another set of four, or maybe a couplet or two

(in this case, “as heroin mixed with the China White terror, his literary dynamite exposing the Pindaric champion; explosions, the thin shards of glass in him”),

and then another quatrain or couplet, or sometimes a set of six or eight rhyming lines, or sometimes more...and so on.

I never thought I'd become so formal or strict in my approach. I've always been inclined towards poetry that adheres to (for example) Charles Olson’s "projective verse", but surprisingly, weirdly, this structured approach is working for me now.

5. How long into writing a verse or a song do you know it’s not working out the way you had in mind? Do you trash the material forever, or do you keep the discarded material to be reworked later?

It’s different with every verse and song. Sometimes I’ll finish the entire thing and throw it out/delete it. Usually some part of the aborted material returns in a new form. I work in a "collage" style and see my rhymes as Deleuzian rhizomes, so I can easily connect my rhymes like Lego... It’s totally acceptable within my project to incorporate disparate fragments – unless the lyrics are focused by a constraint, as on my album about birds (Oiseau=textual: the flying rap album) or the one about the Iran-Contra scandal (The Iran-Contra Project).

6. Have you engaged with any other type of writing, whether presently or in the past? Fiction? Poetry? Playwriting? If so, how has that mode influenced your songwriting?

I’ve written poetry, fiction, a screenplay... The rapping basically grew out of my experiments with print poetry – I started making poems called "phonotexts," recorded poems, in 2014... I made a spoken word album called Phono=textual: a novel in mono... It took about three years for these "phonotexts" to become rap songs.

7. How much editing do you do after initially writing a verse/song? Do you labor over verses, working on them over a long period of time, or do you start and finish a piece in a quick burst?

I try to edit as I write, then I'll record the thing, sometimes using some instrumental that I'm not actually going to use – just to hear it, so I can edit it some more. Then I record the song immediately. It usually takes a few hours or an evening.

Sometimes I work on a song for a few days.

8. Do you write to a beat, or do you adjust and tweak lyrics to fit a beat?

I begin with the words and a rhythm usually... I write lyrics, then I make the drums, then I record the verse or verses, then finally I'll add guitars and synthesizer and whatnot.

9. What dictates the direction of your lyrics? Are you led by an idea or topic you have in mind beforehand? Is it stream-of-consciousness? Is what you come up with determined by the constraint of the rhymes?

I usually begin with one small idea, just a line or a few words, and I grow a verse or verses from the one idea through free association, playing with meaning and rhyme. I’m often propelled by chance, but just as often propelled by a thematic goal, and this can change midway through writing.

10. Do you like to experiment with different forms and rhyme schemes, or do you keep your bars free and flexible?

I’ve sneaked sonnets into my raps, and I’ve invented something called “rhyme chiasmus” (a rhyme scheme where two rhyming sounds are repeated in a chiastic pattern for many bars) but I’m usually freer.

11. What’s a verse you’re particularly proud of, one where you met the vision for what you desire to do with your lyrics?

The song "Electrons," track 01 of Abolish Canada [1]...though it goes on a bit too long I think, the bit right at the beginning is very good maybe. That song, and in fact the entirety of Abolish Canada [1]... That’s where I’ve most closely achieved much of what I intend with my words.

12. Can you pick a favorite bar of yours and describe the genesis of it?

My lines make their meaning through the relation to other lines. So, my favourite passage in my writing – "the human soul stuck in your body / fluent in post-structural ornithology” – is shaped by what surrounds it.

The song is called "Under the Oiseau=text." It’s about reading and about birds. And about reading birds as signs, an ancient practice.

I thought of these words because a bird, a pigeon, rose flapping before me as I walked along Commercial Drive in Vancouver. I decided to make an album about birds in that moment, and began writing "Under the Oiseau=text" as soon as I got home. Here’s the lyric in its context:

sans serif, these words upon my gravestone bearing the withered flower tossed - the Baudelairean inner albatross, the human soul stuck in your body fluent in post-structural ornithology . . . . . .his words draw you a map of the geographer perched upon a branch in the binoculars, this scholar of math as it pertains to flight, the neurographer mapping the brain with light

13. Do you feel strongly one way or another about punch-ins? Will you whittle a bar down in order to account for breath control, or are you comfortable punching-in so you don’t have to sacrifice any words?

I shorten lines and always try to do verses in a single take.

14. What non-hiphop material do you turn to for inspiration? What non-music has influenced your work recently?

Afropessimism, John Ashbery’s poetry, nature, the congressional report on the Iran-Contra scandal, and the letter N. Also, I collect and read dictionaries.

15. Writers are often saddled with self-doubt. Do you struggle to like your own shit, or does it all sound dope to you?

Some of my stuff I dig especially, other stuff I’m okay with, most of the stuff I don’t like no one can hear anywhere. Grand Lunatic I’m not crazy about, Andra Mbalimbali I’m not crazy about, Neuro=textual: a novel of ideas is not my favourite of my albums. From late in 2022 and throughout 2023, that stuff I like – though I’m on the fence about some projects like Black Squirrel and The Iran-Contra Project. The earlier stuff evinces potential realized by Oiseau=textual: the flying rap album and Abolish Canada [1]... That’s how I see things.

16. Who’s a rapper you listen to with such a distinguishable style that you need to resist the urge to imitate them?

Rappers who depend less on rhyme and just say really interesting shit, like AKAI SOLO or my friend Jouquin Fox, I can’t do that. I tried using a little less rhyme on The Iran-Contra Project, my concept album about Iran-Contra, and I’m sure I can’t do that. The constraint of rhyme is essential to my style.

17. Do you have an agenda as an artist? Are there overarching concerns you want to communicate to the listener?

Yes, I am trying to communicate many things to the listener. I am saying nothing specifically, and consequently saying many different things. (Any one of these different things I could write about at length, but it has been recommended to me that I just leave it at “I am saying nothing specifically, and consequently saying many different things” – nice and succinct.)

RAPS + CRAFTS is a series of questions posed to rappers about their craft and process. It is designed to give respect and credit to their engagement with the art of songwriting. The format is inspired, in part, by Rob McLennan’s 12 or 20 interview series.

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connecting-the-stars · 7 months

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See You There, in the Storm Snippet:

It’s not that Liam thinks that he’s a better fighter.

No, not after the incident with Stiles and his Jeep, ending with Liam strung upside from a oak branch.

Being the freshman of the group, he’s only heard stories from the others; a camp filled with demigods. Training fields, armory’s, weapons , talking horses?

Kira tries to include him when they all fall back into the mythological topics, smiling sweetly as she explains the forgotten details, Stiles snapping his fingers at Malia when she denies that her team lost some game last year. She bares her teeth in a very displeased smile which is more a scowl, Scott rolls his eyes as he passes Liam his plate of remaining fries. Lydia seems to appear out of nowhere as she slaps his hands a few times until he’s moving his arms away from his papers.

“Move that x over to the 35, divide it from there. Don’t forget to square it.”

He flicks his eyes over the slanted rows of calculations, and of course he’s tripped over a step, grabs his pencil again after he stuffs a handful of cold fries in his mouth.

“Thanks, Lydia.”

He manages, as Scott’s elbow jabs into his side and they shift along the table’s bench, a space forming for the red head to drop into.

It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate this, them. The easy atmosphere, the helpful assistance for this damn math, but it’s definitely not what he’d expected.

They’re freaking demigods, right? What’s the point of doing algorithms, or going through the freaking long ass process of even getting into a college, when they have to worry about literal man eating monsters hunting them down.

Kira had dealt with a Nemean Lion just last week, had crashed through the campus’s parking lot with just a few vehicles getting caught as collateral damage. A blue Nissan having it’s windshield collapsed in, two pickups now having sister slashes trailing across their beds, a unsuspecting trash bin now a crumpled heap of metal.

She’d only walked away distraught that she missed half of literature 2.0, a bit disappointed that he’d chipped her favorite sword. One of the seven she keeps in her car, the satchel of tools crafted to perfectly reshape mystic metal.

Scott had offered his help instantly, irises of his eyes blinking a sunny yellow as Kira beamed at him. Both hunching over the steel pieces, his tanned hand hovering an inch over the now searing bright sword. Malia standing at the door of the bathroom with a blistering aura that had anyone keeping their heads down, an imposing figure if not for the lanky brunette pacing back and forth at her side, hands dancing to their own rhyme and reason. She nods, maybe grunts a few times as he lists the courses he’s gonna be fighting for a seat in next semester, voice raising in his hysterics. Their phones flickering to life when a spree of sharply worded texts land in their group chat, a red head deeply concerned about the blanket of trash that now litters over her gleaming scarlet convertible.

And Liam. Well, he kinda just flitted at the corners, weather it was scrambling out of the way of hell bent Malia or trying to ask Stiles how he can help, his responses are typically the same.

“Yeah, appreciate the offer, but fucking get down before your guts end up on the floor of the library.”

Harsh maybe, but that’s just Malia’s go to. Not that the same sentiment isn’t repeated by the others, years ahead in all their combat skills.

But, he’s apparently the son of the literal lighting bolt god. He should be doing more.

Liam just kinda thinks that a bit of training would be beneficial.

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Subject to change, just testing out a voice for Liam. Listing out the gods for the pack.

#thoughts aloud #teen wolf #teen wolf liam #teen wolf fic #See you there in the storm #teen wolf au #teen wolf x Percy Jackson crossover #teen wolf Percy Jackson universe au #percy jackson and the olympians #fanfic writing #i wanna write more #writblr #thiam fic #thiam fanfic

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i think the “this doesn’t even rhyme” part of that post was a joke because the lyrics were. questionable and like it was a sarcastic way of saying “there’s nothing good about this.” that’s how i took it at least idk. no hate i just know i may be one of the people that put it on your dash and wanted to explain that

i'm gonna be honest that wasn't in reference to just one singular post bc i saw the same complaint after the last album came out and multiple posts about different lyrics today. so while that may be the case for that specific post, it was more just a complaint about that critique in general + using that as a specific example bc i genuinely have never seen people criticize any other artist for using slant rhymes. and also idk,, there are plenty of other artists out there who are terrible people and whose lyrics suck and i don't see half as much ridicule and critique for them as i do taylor swift so it gets kind of irritating sometimes lol especially when it's the same critique (i.e. imperfect rhymes) over and over again

#anyway like i said i don't know which specific post you're referencing bc i saw more than one but i believe you #that whatever one you reblogged might have just been a bad lyric in general #there absolutely are lyrics on ttpd that are just Bad #i just see a lot of the same ridicules over and over that i would never see any other artist get criticized for #and it feels very.. idk unnecessary?#especially when people who dislike taylor swift specifically go screencapping lyrics and posting them just to get reblogs #there are far better things to criticize her over #and why are you wasting your time scouring the lyrics of someone whose music you Don't Like #just for five minutes of tumblr fame #ykwim?#but yeah that post wasn't directed at anyone specifically or about any one post in particular #but i do appreciate this ask !!#asks #anon asks #taylor swift

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chainsawmascara · 14 days

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THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS

Thank you for the tag @lewdisescariot

I tag: @angelosearch @beaubambabey and anyone who wants to participate!

Last book I read: “Merrick" by Anne Rice (i have not finished, it is a slog, I'll finish it eventually), a book chronicling the works of Boticelli, "Go Ask Ogre," I'm in the process of reading "The Rebel" by Camus for the fifth time.

Greatest literary inspirations: John Keats, my former spoken word mentor and activist Jared Paul, William Blake, Anne Rice, Jose Saramago, Albert Camus, insert any 18th and 19th century gothic horror writer here.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: mutually toxic bloodweave, disgustingly toxic bloodweave, mutually obsessive and manipulative toxic bloodweave, i need them to be their worst selves, i need them to fuck nasty, i need them to take advantage of each other (not sexually but also sexually with consent or begrudging consent to get what they want DO YOU SEE THE VISION)

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: Let's focus on bg3. Disgustingly violent, manipulative psychosexual vellioth/cazador. Utter monsters. Twisted power hungry fiends destroying each other where love is too kind, obsession is too shallow, hatred is too soft. Modern aus of them being awful, wretched creatures. Canon compliant awful, wretched creatures. Dead dove do not eat, would get me ostracized, self indulgent horrors.

Modern aus of Astarion being a mess and a menace in every way possible. Everything is wrong with him. He lives with Shadowheart, I need them to be perpetual roommates, she's the only thing keeping him from complete self destruction. His coping skills are atrocious, he cannot be fixed, no one knows how he isn't dead yet. Gale is sometimes moderately better if he's there, they cannot fix each other, there is no magic happy ending. Nobody dies, but they probably should. It doesn't necessarily start as a dumpster fire. It may creep up on you until it's too late and the sunk-cost fallacy has set in. Surprise, it's trauma! It's not pretty trauma! It's not "love can save you" trauma!

Also: long, lyrical canon compliant (mostly) pieces of everyone's suffering, of redemption and damnation, of character studies, of heartwrenching beauty in the tragic fates they cannot escape - they never wanted, leitmotifs in phrasing, a chorus of chosen words, the agony of everything, the love they seek, endless run on sentences, unyielding prose, allegories, their characters boiled down to fever dreams. Symbolic, headspinning, pitiful, reverent, songs that aren't songs, poems that aren't poems, stories that tell themselves yet say nothing without scrutiny, you will leave in awe and madness and hell and hope. Slant rhymes everywhere. It's accidental, it's intentional, it's everything everywhere nowhere at once, it's a spiral, it's linear until it isn't. GOD.

You can recognise my writing by: Please see the above third paragraph.

My most controversial take (current fandom): This answer from my dear friend carries over - "You aren’t better than anyone for hating their favorite character or how they love them. Just let people live."

90% of the Astarion headcanons I see convince me we have not played the same game. He does not become a better person, he is better to you. Ascending him does not remove my sense of irl morality. You're thinking of Wyll, everything you project onto him is a part of Wyll. Astarion is an awful person, he's a mess, he's full of bitter hatred, he needs to kill, he wants everyone to suffer, I love him. Cowards.

Cazador is SO FUCKABLE. He's a horrid, monstrous, contemptible, vile, wicked creature and while i cannot fix him, I can indulge in hedonistic blood filled psychosexual madness and honestly that's close enough for me. Larian, please let him rail me. Cazador romance WHEN. Self preservation? WRONG. Dancing with death for a hellsent vampire.

Top three favourite tropes: "i hate you, i need you." They are suffering, but they are suffering together. "You are so far past saving, yet i will not leave." Bonus: psychosexual obsession, have you figured this out yet, have i made it clear, are we on the same page. DO YOU SEE THE VISION.

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): it's 10, but chronic fatigue/where do i start with this and how does it end, it has to end eventually, I GUESS.

We're working on it.

Share a fandom frustration: As per my last email, refer to the astarion hot take.

#tag game #my writing #welcome to HELL #about #I'm a published poet and spoken word artist do you honestly think i can write happy things without assistance

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counterattacker · 1 year

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Reckless Battery Burns & Rhyming Lyrics (Part 1)

I wanted to write a post on Reckless Battery Burns & the fact that its lyrics don't rhyme (or, rather, when they do), so here's this! Note that this is not an analysis— I am not attempting to suggest a reason why the lyrics are this way, and just wanted to put some observations out there!

Note that this doesn't cover the whole song, just the first few verses! I'll cover the rest in another post or a reblog.

The first and second verses are nothing super special— I plan to try to scan their meter at a later point to look for anything interesting there, but as for rhymes, there's nothing to note here! We've got five lines in each verse, with no notable rhymes.

The pre-chorus, however, is where it gets really interesting! We get the following:

Invite suicidation Transfer enumeration Dyed and used it for an infestation In the future, when you and I are Eating and handcrafting theory Fingers crawl across and playing He's grinning, making memories Inattentive signs on a wall Long lost for sure

We get three solid end rhymes in a row here (suicidation, enumeration, infestation), and then, in lines 5 and 7, we get another almost-rhyme: the best friend to poets and rappers everywhere, a slant rhyme! 'Theory' and 'memories' are not perfect rhymes, but sound just close enough to one that it can trick your brain into thinking it's a rhyme, and plus, lines 5 and 7 share the same meter— the same pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables. All in all, a particularly interesting irregular rhyme scheme!

The first chorus and first bridge go back to not having much or any noticeable rhymes, and then Verse 3 comes in swinging with another weird type of rhyme! This time, it's an internal rhyme.

Remember the human heart Began as a vessel hallowed out to be imparted It can't be hurt, but it can be killed Begins to burn in a spiral of animosity

Lines 1 and 2 (heart and impart[ed]) again, don't rhyme exactly, but instead use 'internal rhyme', which is pretty common in rap and hip-hop. In an internal rhyme, like here, the rhyme lands on the last stressed syllable of the line instead of the actual last syllable.

#ghost and pals #team 6x111 #qualia automata #reckless battery burns #tamari

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emi-g · 1 year

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There's a Verde Visión update coming soon (for some reason, I chose to draw and paint an entire church facade for this chapter) but I wanted to take a moment to mention it's the story's...

✒️ Scrivenerversary! ✒️

I'm not sure exactly when I started writing it, but according to Scrivener's writing stats, a year ago today is when I compiled and organized all my scattered snippets and scenes and started getting serious about finishing it.

To celebrate, I thought I'd share a few songs that remind me of the story...

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"Far From Any Road" by The Handsome Family

This song is just an entire desert mood. Which is why I found it weird that they chose it for the opening theme of the first season of True Detective, which is set in...Louisiana. (Not exactly famous for its deserts, y'all.)

Anyway, this song is very much Esme's vibe.

From the dusty mesa Her looming shadow grows Hidden in the branches Of the poison creosote

According to the band, the song is about a legendary cactus that blooms every ten thousand years and drives you mad if you look at it. Let's hope Isabela doesn't learn how to grow that one...

In the hushing dusk Under a swollen silver moon I came walking with the wind To watch the cactus bloom

Slant rhymes. Slant rhymes everywhere.

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"Valórame" by Gran Sur (CW: Flashing in video.)

Another desert mood. "Valorar" means to value or appreciate, so the best translation of the title I've seen is "Cherish Me".

Te quiero como nadie te ha querido (I love you like no one has loved you) Te extraño más de lo que imaginé (I miss you more than I imagined) Te cuido como el ave cuida el nido (I care for you like a bird cares for its nest) Valórame (Cherish me)

The chorus feels particularly appropriate for Bruno.

Disculpa que el destino no te lo haya dicho ya (Sorry that destiny hasn't told you already) Yo soy a quien verás, junto a ti al caminar (I'm the one you'll see, next to you as you walk)

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"My Silver Lining" by First Aid Kit (CW: Flashing in video.)

This song reminds me of Esme's life on the road. The driving beat, the lyrics, all make me think of someone trying to leave their past behind and telling themselves to keep moving.

Gotta keep on going Looking straight out on the road Can't worry 'bout what's behind you Or what's coming for you further up the road

Of course, this verse reminds me of Esme for reasons that readers might pick up on...

I've woken up in a hotel room My worries as big as the moon Having no idea who or what or where I am

Really, I could just quote the entire song here. Nearly every verse feels like it fits her. And I like that it ends on a hopeful note...

Something good comes with the bad A song's never just sad There's hope, there's a silver lining Show me my silver lining Show me my silver lining

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"Tú sí sabes quererme" by Natalia Lafourcade

Fellow shorty Natalia Lafourcade is one of my all-time favorite artists. I got to see her sing "Recuerdame (Remember Me)" from the movie Coco live at a small concert and the way I cried like a baby...

This serenata, "You know how to love me", is about finding someone, at long last, who loves you just the way you want to be loved, imperfections and all.

Ha pasado tanto tiempo (It's been so long) Finalmente, descubrí tus besos (Finally, I discovered your kisses) Me enredaste en tu mirada (You entangled me in your gaze) Me abrazaste con todos mis defectos (You embraced me with all my flaws)

Just try not to dance to it; you can't.

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"Magia" by Andrés Cepeda ft. Sebastían Yatra

I'm grateful to Encanto for many reasons but one of them is introducing me to Sebastían Yatra. When this song came up while I was listening to him on Spotify, I immediately thought of Bruno in this story.

This is another one where I could just quote the whole song. Let's see, we've got hiding your true feelings...

Quiero decirte cosas que había escondido (I want to tell you things I've hidden) Pero hay palabras que no me salen (But there are words that won't come out) Y no me dejan hablarte (And they won't let me talk to you) Fueron tantas las noches siendo tu amigo (There were so many nights I was your friend) Pero hay verdades que no te sabes (But there are truths that you don't know) Y tengo que confesarte (And I have to confess to you)

Destiny...

Quiero pensar que estaba escrito en mi destino (I'd like to think it was written in my destiny) Encontrarme en tu camino (To find myself on your path)

Mutual pining...

Eso que yo siento cuando tú estás conmigo (What I feel when you're with me) Eso que tú sientes que yo estoy contigo (What you feel when I'm with you) Ya está claro, niña, que no somos amigos (It's already clear, girl, we're not just friends)

And, of course, magic!

Siento magia (I feel magic) En tus ojos siento magia (In your eyes I feel magic) Es tan fuerte y se contagia (It's so strong and it spreads) Y hoy quiero gritarle a la gente que te quiero (And today I want to shout to everyone that I love you)

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"Rumors Are Flying" by Frankie Carle And His Orchestra, vocals by Marjorie Hughes

Here's a period-appropriate tune and basically Esme's POV the whole time Bruno thinks he's keeping things on the down-low...

Rumors are flying That you've got me sighing That I'm in a crazy kind of a daze A lazy sort of a haze When I go walking I hear people talking They say our affair is not just a passing phase And they whisper 'bout the flowers You keep sending me by the dozen And they wonder 'bout the hours That you spend with me, it keeps them buzzin' Rumors are flying And I'm not denying That people are sure I'm falling in love with you 'Cause for a change, darling All the rumors are true

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"Over The Rainbow" performed by Judy Garland

I mean, I had to include this one, right?

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Thanks for listening (and reading)!

#verde visión #bruno madrigal x oc #playlist #music inspo #cw flashing video

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