#exploding star orchestra

[thuhstudio]

Stars align and Oli Heffernan brings his ever-(d)evolving Ivan The Tolerable to Riot Season for two LPs of sublime entropic drift.

[beginningspod]

It's time for Beginnings, the podcast where writer and performer Andy Beckerman talks to the comedians, writers, filmmakers and musicians he admires about their earliest creative experiences and the numerous ways in which a creative life can unfold.

On today's episode, I talk to musician and composer Rob Mazurek. Originally from Jersey City, Rob started playing trumpet and cornet in high school after his family moved to Naperville, Illinois. He first learned the foundations of improvised music while studying jazz theory and practice with David Bloom at the Bloom School of Jazz in Chicago, and then became a mainstay of Chicago jazz in the 1980s. In 1994, Rob formed the Chicago Underground Collective with guitarist Jeff Parker and a cast of revolving players, which in turn birthed Isotope 217, both groups releasing albums on the seminal label Thrill Jockey. In the decades since then, Rob founded the Exploding Star Orchestra, has earned numerous commissions and awards, and in general has created more music and art than a short bio can properly elucidate. Earlier this spring, Rob's most recent work for Exploding Star Orchestra, Lightning Dreamers, was released on International Anthem, and like everything else Rob creates, it's wonderful!

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[chez-mimich]

SPECTRAL FICTION

La Galleria “Corbett vs. Dempsey” di Chicago è una miniera di piccoli (e grandi gioielli), un vero centro culturale, fucina di artisti e musicisti. Per chi fosse curioso una visita al sito della galleria https://corbettvsdempsey.com/ potrebbe rivelare più di una sorpresa. Tra le tante, una ve la anticipo io: è lì che nel marzo 2023 la “Rob Mazurek Exploding Star Orchestra” con Rob Mazurek (tromba), Tomeka Reid (violoncello), Damon Locks (voce ed elettronica), Angélica Sánchez (piano elettrico), Ingebrigt Håker Flaten (basso) e Chad Taylor (batteria), hanno registrato “Spectral Fiction” uscito qualche giorno fa. E’ facile immaginare l’atmosfera sperimentale e di ricerca in cui spazia questo magnifico lavoro, anche alla luce proprio di questo luogo ad alta tensione creativa che ha fatto non solo da palcoscenico, ma anche da incubatore del progetto. Molto spesso i luoghi possono determinare le giuste vibrazioni per le composizioni e al contempo le composizioni e la creazione non lasciano mai i luoghi così come li hanno trovati. Si tratta di una specie di simbiosi rabdomantica che spesso nel jazz è particolarmente evidente. Il lavoro di Rob Mazurek & Co. è composto da sole due tracce, la prima “Equations of Love in Prismatic Waves of Color” è una lunga ed ininterrotta flanerie nelle emozioni che il suono può far scaturire dal sentimento e da una sorta di flusso di autocoscienza che si materializza nella musica, puntellata dai sussurri poetici della voce di Damon Locks. La tromba di Mazurek si fa discreta quasi fino a scomparire, per lasciare posto all’infinito intreccio sonoro di contrabbasso, violoncello, batteria e pianoforte. Un equilibrio quasi perfetto che si rimette costantemente in discussione in una dialettica continua. Quando si scrive si parte sempre con l’intento di esplorare qui e là il pezzo per vedere cosa ci riservi, ma quando la magia scaturisce, come sempre accade coi dischi e con i concerti di Rob, è difficile perdere anche un solo secondo della sua musica e così i quaranta minuti filati del brano scorrono via veloci, con quel senso della sospensione del tempo, che solo le opere poetiche, visive e musicali sanno dare. Equations of Love in Prismatic Waves of Color” è un ambiente sonoro sempre mutevole che passa con gradualità, o bruscamente, dall’intimismo carico di attesa punteggiata dallo “speach” sporco di Damon Lock, alla disincantata impetuosità sciamanica del groove, cifra stilistica predominante della musica di Mazurek. Il secondo brano dell’album, “Driftless” prende ispirazione da una mostra di Sam Gilliam, grande artista del “drappeggio” scomparso qualche anno fa. Ricordo di aver visto recentemente sue opere alla Fondation Vuitton di Parigi e qualcuna alla Tate modern di Londra qualche anno fa, e l’idea che Rob abbia composto un brano così, non può che rendere l’ascolto del brano ancora più partecipato. Pezzo più pacato e meno tormentato, una specie di una lunga melodia con qualche inserto elettronico e a dominarla è certamente la tromba di Mazurek, sostenuta dalla batteria di Chad Taylor e dolcemente cullata dal piano di Angelica Sanchez. Per concludere qualche nota sulla copertina dello stesso Mazurek, un acrilico (presumo) che si i titola “Film” che è stato realizzato nel 2019. Comincia a non essere più un caso isolato, quello di musicisti e compositori che realizzano “in proprio” le cover dei loro lavori: nel jazz accade spesso, sempre più spesso, quasi a voler sancire la multimedialità della creazione artistica, quasi che la musica da sola non bastasse più, oppure probabilmente, il musicista vuole controllare completamente che il risultato finale sia conforme alle proprie intenzioni. Un fenomeno piuttosto interessante sul quale vale la pena di ritornare.

[musicollage]

Rob Mazurek Exploding Star Orchestra — Lightning Dreamers. 2023 : IA.

! listen @ Bandcamp ★ buy me a coffee !

[strengthtojourneyon]

Watched the Arena tour and if I don't talk about it I WILL EXPLODE

Oh my word, I was so excited for this show and let me tell you it did not disappoint. It was my first time seeing a stage production of the musical and it completely outshone the film, and the arena tour specifically was such a perfect show from top to bottom, I'll never forget how it felt hearing those opening notes from the live orchestra.

Ugh it was just so cool!!! And the actors oh my word lemme talk about the actors for a sec -

Killian Donnelly:

This man has the voice of an angel. An angel. He understood Valjean so well, portrayed him as this quiet, careful character, who kept his emotions and secrets close to his chest. That was until the final song where he finally allowed himself to feel and to show his emotions without inhibition....heartbreaking 10/10. And like I said, his actual singing was so, so haunting. Bring Him Home was definitely a highlight, his tenor is just so pretty and melodious!! And yet at other times his voice is so strong and decisive, like in The Confrontation and Who Am I - honestly the talent that man has is insane. He was perfect and from now on he is my favourite Valjean.

Bradley Jaden:

This man. THIS MAN. He has altered my brain chemistry permanently. Watching him play Javert has become one of those life derailing, permanently changing how I view the musical forever experiences akin only to the first time I read AROS. Holy heck is this man the perfect Javert! I was legit so excited when he came out for the first time! Honestly, he just was Javert. He truly embodies what it means to become your character (it helps that he looks like him too, with his long hair and wolfish grins) and his voice??? Hello???? Stars was a masterpiece, I swear I have never heard it sung so beautifully in my life! The way he knelt and did the cross on the edge of the stage instead of raising his baton above his head over-dramatically? The quiet devotion and faith in every note? The juxtaposition of Javert's inner thoughts and how he presents himself to others? This man!! And when Javert died I swear he had everyone on the edge of their seats. He so perfectly encapsulated the distress of the character, balancing drama and emotion and melody all at once to flawlessly depict such an important scene. I don't care what anyone else says, he is the greatest Javert of all time in my opinion.

And also, why the hell is there no Bradley Jaden fanclub here? He needs one!! I'll be president myself if I have to!

Rachelle Ann Go:

Supermodel looks and superstar voice, I don't know what more to say. She portrayed Fantine with a bit more fire, a little more resistance than I am used to, but I'm all for it. She had that "I've lost everything, so I no longer care anymore" type attitude that makes perfect sense for her character. When she came back for the epilogue she had this ethereal grace to her that really made her feel like a real angel.

Jac Yarrow:

He really does suit Marius, both looks and personality wise. His voice was enchanting <3 I nearly fell in love with him myself, no wonder Eponine and Cosette were both into him! Seriously though, he completely slayed Empty Chairs at Empty Tables. He was also really very sweet when Eponine died, green flags all around, wholesome Marius energy that I am here for all the way.

Jo Stephenson:

I prefer my Cosettes blonde, but aside from that, Jo did an excellent job with the character. I really thought she encapsulated the quiet dignity and elegance of older Cosette very well. She hit all her notes perfectly and I had no idea she was an understudy until I read my programme. Kudos to her she did really well and I look forward to seeing her again in a role of her own.

James D. Gish:

Good grief, what a heartthrob. Stunningly handsome and deeply passionate, he is everything you could ever ask Enjorlas to be. I really could hear the emotion in every word he sung, his battle cries stirred the hearts of the entire audience! Still, he never came off as uncaring or overbearing towards his friends, but rather as encouraging and confident, exemplifying the traits of a true leader. It was so, so heartbreaking when he died, everyone really adored him and I genuinely cannot find any fault with his performance. It was perfect. He was perfect. Huge kudos to my new favourite Enjorlas.

Beth Curnock:

Another understudy, but you wouldn't have known it from her performance. As someone who usually listens to the symphonic recording, I was pretty nervous about Eponine. I was worried she would put on that awful accent that Kaho Shimada does (no offense guys, it's not for me). Thankfully Beth did not, her voice was angelic and refined, her clear understanding of the character shone through in her every movement, every note, every action. She was incredible and it was heartbreaking watching her die in Marius's arms. A rising star in the industry for sure.

Sebastian Sero:

Incrediably talented for a 12 year old. He made an excellent Gavroche, I wish we could have seen even more of him. He nailed the part completely, he had the perfect amount of sass and resilience that made him perfect for the role. Whenever I imagine Gavroche now, I will imagine him.

Marina Prior:

So I didn't actually know who she was before I watched the show, I was super confused why the audience cheered for ages when Madame Thenardier cam out lmao. What kind of pitiful excuse for an Australian am I? Regardless, she played the role really well and the audience just adored her. She and Matt Lucas were such a talented comedic duo and even with all of her silliness, her incredible talent for singing shown through her every note. To the point that her husband broke the fourth wall to go "It's not phantom, love" which was so funny.

Matt Lucas:

Absolutely hilarious. Every time Thenardier came onto the stage the audience knew they were in for a good time. I loved how confident Matt was with the character that he felt he could add his own personal touches, with all his fun little quips. He just had this infectious energy to him that really drew you in. (Side note - the background choreography in Beggars At The Feast being just the rest of the cast swaying is freaking hilarious to me). If I had one small criticism, it would be that his evil laugh at the end of Dog Eats Dog was not nearly evil enough for my taste, but that's a very, very small thing and ultimately does in no way diminish his spectacular performance.

So that's the actors, and if you're still here, here's my thoughts on my three ships:

Valvert:

Oh boy, strap in buddy-

HOLY HECK THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN KILLIAN AND BRADLEY. Dude. Dude the Valvert vibes were off the charts. Soft valjean x sharp Javert if you can understand what I mean. From the beginning, Javert has to be all gay about giving Jean his paper, slapping it onto his chest (just admit you wanna touch him, dude) and then during the MsurM era you could just tell they were into each other. Trust me bro, those longing glances were frequent. Ooooh and the confrontation. Masterpiece. Both of them were so dramatic, Javert was raving and spitting and the toxic yoai levels were crazzzzy. Especially when they actually were looking at each other!! Oh and when Javert was interrogating Thenardier he gets all lost in his thoughts thinking of Valjean and accidentally grabs Thenardier's coat (imagining what you wanna do to Valjean, buddy?) heck even Thenardier is like "what the hell dude. Get your repressed gay ass away from me". During First Attack you could really see longing in Valjean's eyes as he frees Javert. Longing to keep him prisoner or longing for a world where they were on the same side? It's up to interpretation. And Javert lunges at him and Valjean keeps him at bay with his knife, their faces only inches apart....bro I cannot be normal about this, ever.

Marisette:

What can I say? They were really very cute. It felt like every opportunity they got they would kiss. Just gentle, wholesome love the whole way through. They remain my beloved token straight couple. Their gentle tenderness was a good contrast to all of the toxic yaoi/doomed yaoi going on around them.

Enjoltaire:

Gotta say, not too big of an Enjoltaire vibe in this show, Enjorlas did seem to be more patient with Grantaire though. He was a little more open to him, a bit more gentle when he tried to stop him from singing in Drink With Me. Also it was hilarious when Grantaire stole his microphone in Red and Black and then hopped happily away so his boyfriend could have it back. That was giving bickering married couple/playful banter vibes and I was all for it.

Additional thoughts:

Absolutely excellent show all around. There is less acting as a result of it being an arena tour but it still felt like a full, complete, easily understood show. I adored every minute and when Valjean and the bishop hugged at the end I burst into tears.

If I was to have one small criticism it would be that Javert should have been in the final song. It's 2025, we shouldn't be pushing the narrative that people are unforgivable and that those who commit suicide don't get into heaven. Come on now.

But that aside, I highly recommend it! I just wish I could have stayed and watched that performance over and over again. It was life changing for sure!!

[elliotchen-apologist]

nancy drew - stay tuned for danger inspired playlist LINK TO YOUTUBE PLAYLIST

A FAN OF YOUR IMPENDING DOOM: songs to move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy, have too many romances, disrespect celebrities and be (or kill) a star

norah jones – back to manhattan

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – mattie`s house day

j.blackfoot – taxi

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – lobby

sade – smooth operator

mtume – so you wanna be a star

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – ext. day

duran duran – girls on film

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – rick`s room

the smiths – this charming man

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – hall day

deep purple – strange kind of woman

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – stage

blur – charmless man

alanis morissette – you oughta know

sloppy seconds – blackmail

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – perc 2 int

the notorious b.i.g. – warning

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – stfd

electric light orchestra – here is the news

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – hall night

mother mother – explode!

sir sly – material boy

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – ext. night

tori amos – raspberry swirl

hole – celebrity skin

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – dwayne night

tears for fears – everybody wants to rule the world

the buggles – video killed the radio star

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – end

talking heads – psycho killer

nancy drew: stay tuned for danger – mattie`s house night

the notorious b.i.g – sky`s the limit

[zannolin]

please please PLEASE post songs for other characters too!!!

hjsdfkhsd okay i'll do a few for each. this is rly gonna expose the artists i have on loop i fear

peter:

"little lion man" by mumford & sons. had to do it.

"eight" & "pluto" by sleeping at last

"eet" by regina spektor

"boyhood" by the japanese house

"never love an anchor" by the crane wives

so many oh hellos songs fit but i'm feeling "thus always to tyrants" today

edmund:

"always gold" by radical face

"boreas" by the oh hellos

"icarus" by the crane wives

lucy:

"daughter" by sleeping at last

"cannonball" by philip labes

"soap" by the oh hellos

"ride home" ben & ben

caspian:

"theseus" by the oh hellos

"in our bedroom after the war" by stars

"rivers and roads" by the head and the heart

"hundred days" by the bengsons

pevensies in general:

"north" & "west" by sleeping at last

"soldier, poet, king" by the oh hellos bc yeah

"dear sister, your brother" by talain rayne

"to build a home" by the cinematic orchestra

"all we are" by matt nathanson

caspeter cause it's me we're talking about:

"king and lionheart" by of monsters and men

"garden song" & "moon song" by phoebe bridgers

"cold is the night" by the oh hellos

"i will follow you into the dark" by death cab for cutie

"stray italian greyhound" by vienna teng

"ankles" by lucy dacus makes me explode

obligatory "last night's mascara" by griff (blu's influence)

[its-ironic-right]

Coalecroux prompt idea as requested sir! Mayhap a double date with Frosty and Gricko?

Never written Gricko and Frost, I did my best??

There was no reason for this. They all fucking lived together for gods sake. ‘It’s a great idea Kremy, it’ll be fun!’ Baron help him.

It’s dinner and a show. Fucking dinner theater because Gricko found a place that did that sort of thing. He’d be surrounded by theater kids for a whole fucking evening. He wouldn’t survive.

“Listen Gid, I know we’re not that high up but I imagine if I throw myself out the window we can get out of this whole thing. Whatta ya say?” His eyes plead but Gideon just laughed.

“It’s dinner with our friends, no need to break into theatrics.”

“It’s a room full of grown up theater kids Gid! I don’t know if I can handle it! They’ll be projecting their voices right in my ear, doin’ all kinds of weird shit with their hands. And I have to sit there and pretend the whole thing isn’t a ridiculous waste of my time! And you know the food is shit, they’re too busy doin’ improv games to focus on a well executed menu.” For dramatic alligator that relied heavily on performance, he hated theater with a passion. If Gideon had to guess, it was an inferiority thing. Kremy lied for a living but theater was all lies. People had their guard down for an actor, not a conmen.

“Gricko and Frost want to go to dinner theater, I think it’ll be fun. We can throw bread rolls at the actors!” Kremy thought for a moment. This was tempting. He hated how ‘on’ those guys were, knocking them down a peg could be therapeutic.

“Fine. But if someone asks me to volunteer for a bit, I’m setting the place on fire.” Gideon wrapped an arm around his partner.

“I believe that’s my job.” Flaming hair burned a little hotter. Kremy snorted.

“Sure, but I want to be there when it happens.”

Dinner theater is not for the weak of heart. Gricko expected shenanigans. You couldn’t get the gang together in one place without shenanigans, but burning down a theater was not on his list.

“Gideon what the fuck!” Frost was incensed. He foolishly expected a quiet night out. A drink, maybe a light mystery depending on the story, and nice company. Sure they all lived relatively together, but it was so rare to get a quiet moment as a group.

The two couples lived in tandem like binary stars orbiting the same space. It worked out well for them most of the time. Gricko and Frost were two complimentary halves; larger than life Gricko and reserved Frost. They had a depth to them that people seldom saw. Gricko could go from his usual jovial self to serious when the time came; Frost could be cold and logical until the opportunity for his own fun arose. Yin and Yang, balanced. Kremy and Gideon were chaos incarnate.

“I told them I didn’t want to participate! I was extremely clear.” Gideon nods.

“It’s true, I heard him.” Gricko prodded at the burning rubble.

“Well he definitely didn’t heed that warning.” The goblin wondered where he could find marshmallows at this time of night. Frost brought a paw to his temple.

“One night. that’s all we asked, was one night where we could all just exist in peace.”

“That experience was NOT peaceful. The way that woman did jazz hands was menacing.” Gideon nodded. They heard a pop of exploding wine bottles.

“Next time you want a double date night, maybe no theater kids?” Frost sighed.

“Fine. Maybe we can go to a concert or something.” Gricko’s face brightened.

“Oh! I heard the Phil’s Harmonic is coming into town, maybe we could do that!”

“You mean a philharmonic? Like an orchestra?”

“No, it’s a guy named Phil on the harmonica. I’ve heard great things about his latest blues number.” Kremy didn’t love the blues, he was more of a jazz man himself, but it sounded infinitely more entertaining than whatever the fuck they just witnessed.

“Fine, we can go to Phil’s Harmonic. But I want a guarantee there will be no thespians, mimes, or clowns involved.” Gideon shivered.

“Gods no more clowns please.” Gricko nodded vigorously.

“Nope! Just a bullywog named Phil that loves the harmonica.” A fiery dinner roll shot through a window. Frost patted at the flames eating his pants.

“I believe we should make our escape. It seems the singing waiters are chucking projectiles.” Kremy adjusted his hat. He held out an arm, Gideon hooked his around it. It was a beautiful night out. Stars shone above the billowing smoke, little lights almost obscured by ash.

“I could go for something sweet.”

[starlightsuffered]

Highschool Sweethearts (part 7)

Info - jealousy, acting out a kiss, emotional connection with someone who is taken, breaking up for practical reasons, groping, PDA

“Okay y/n, get yourself together,” I blew out a puff of air. I’d been able to hold it together when Timothée had left my house the other day, but I didn’t know how I’d manage kissing him. This was awful, because Kitten was here. It seemed possessive to me.

Since Timothée had visited, Elsa had been pestering me to have him over again. Not only that, but she was now convinced he was her dad. I’d told her the possibility was very slim and it was much more likely her father was the hook up I’d had early in college. However, she had awoken a possibility I’d literally never thought of, it was medically possible that Timothée could be her father.

I had to focus, it would be so embarrassing if I had to do a million takes because I was so nervous.

I walked out to see Timothée and Kitten kissing each others faces off. I decided I would stare just to make them uncomfortable. He wasn’t kissing her like he’d kissed me. He was clutching her and his eyes were squeezed shut hard. Some might’ve seen it as intense desire but funnily enough to me it didn’t look that way. He looked like he was forcing himself to be desperate for her, like he knew in the back of his head it was a lie and he was compensating for something. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but then Timothée’s eyes opened and he saw me. He scrambled off his fiancée and straightened everything as though that would help.

“Oh y/n, hello,” she said with a wide smile. “I hope you don’t mind me tagging along today.”

“Not at all Joanne,” I said through gritted teeth but she didn’t seem to notice.

“So I have splendid news, I set up a double date for all of us! Timothée told me your type and I have someone perfect! It’s for next Saturday, are you free?”

“I’ll have to find child care,” I tapered off, I really didn’t want to do this.

“Oh I have the finest nanny in all New York on call I can send her over,” she waved a hand. My eyes darted to Timothée in fear.

“Why, you don’t have kids,” I said, almost hyperventilating.

“Perhaps not now, I keep trying to convince this one to knock me up already,” she said, patting Timothée’s cheek. “He wants to wait until after the wedding the traditionalist.”

“Can we please get this over with, we’re already a day behind,” the director stalked to her chair. She seemed annoyed whenever Joanne was here, I’d noticed a pattern.

Timothée pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek and we took our places on the sound stage. He was in character instantly.

“Well maybe I made a mistake in leaving you,” he said.

“Well maybe it’s too late!” I bit back.

“Is it?” He asked worry laced in every syllable. He looked so pitiful I was reminded of the day we’d broken up. I felt tears well in my eyes. It didn’t matter how many years it’d been, the wild longing and pain of that night would stay with me forever.

“No, to be honest, I don’t think it’ll ever be too late for you, and that scares me.”

“What if I say you’ll never need to worry about me leaving again, what if I said I’m in it for real this time!” He said powerfully. “How can I prove it to you?”

“For right now, just kiss me,” I whispered. Timothée was Stalking towards me with purpose. He cupped my face and our lips touched for the first time in over five years. Stars were exploding, orchestras were playing, and everything felt right in the world again. His hands moved down and pulled me to him by my hips. My hands carded through his hair. I couldn’t help the soft moan that I let out. Timothée hands were on my face again and he pulled me back.

“Just let me prove myself to you,” he said desperately and my mouth hung open in awe. He sounded like he was truthfully trying to convince me. He pulled me back into the kiss and this was where I was finally allowed to touch his body. My hands ran down his body, and his hands went to my ass. I slipped a hand up his shirt. He let out a whine and that definitely wasn’t in the script.

As his hand squeezed my breast I forgot about all the cameras and the script at all. I pressed my body against his. He gasped into the kiss. My fingers hooked in his belt loops and I rubbed my crotch against his.

“This is great, cut,” called the director. Timothee didn’t stop, he was still kissing me with insane desperation.

“Y/n,” he whimpered in a whisper and I felt like I had been lit with a match. His large hands cupped and massaged my tits. I gulped and swallowed a needy noise from him.

“Y/n, Timothée! Cut!” I heard Joanne scream. Timothée literally pushed himself away from me. He was staring at me, chest heaving. I couldn’t read his expression as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was great, your chemistry is off the charts!” The director said.

“Timothée I need to speak to you,” snapped Joanne and yanked on his arm. The thing was, his eyes never left me, even as he was being pulled away.

(Flashback)

“Why didn’t you tell me,” I asked, looking ahead and not at him. We were in the back of his car. He’d just hit me with some crazy news. He’d gotten into Juliard.

“I didn’t even know you were that into acting,” I said.

“I don’t know, kinda got more into this year. This is what I was I was afraid of, I wish I’d never been seen by that scout,” he said dismally, and placed his face in his hands.

“You want to go don’t you, and if you go to NYU with me, you’ll resent me,” I said in a quiet voice.

“I never said that!”

“But it’s true,” I said dismally. “You’ll always blame me for your lack of success.”

“Y/n I love you so much,” he said, grabbing my hands and kissing me. I sighed into the kiss.

“I love you too, but I’d rather end with good memories than a fight some day in the future.”

“What are you saying?” He demanded of me.

“We should break up, for our own good,” I said and his mouth fell open.

[corellianhounds]

This scene is a look forward into the TBB Body Swap AU: The crew only knows a handful of Force-sensitive people, so it’s a good thing one of them just happened to stop by Pabu at the right time.

—

Ventress descended the spiral staircase out to the pavilion, passing a number of Pabu’s citizens as children laughed and ran with flags streaming out behind them under the summer sun. As she rounded the bend in the walkway, however, she felt like she hit a semi-permeable wall of gunk, the feeling of utter imbalance immediately making her skin crawl.

Outwardly this looked no different than if she’d just frozen in place with a look of mild surprise. She was very good at concealing her feelings.

It was like— Like a swirling mess of different paints bleeding together on a palette caught in the rain, oil and water forced to inhabit the same bottle and stoppered with something to make it explode. There were building schematics layered over holograms of star systems backlit by a B-bellan dazzler show, six different types of music playing from orchestras and bands and street buskers all mismatched on top of each other and vying for the same chairs.

The air was buzzing with six different energies, wires split and soldered to the wrong terminals. It was a house fire if she ever saw one.

“WHAT did you all DO?” she demanded, her nose curling in disgust. “Everything here feels rancid.”

The crew of the Marauder stilled in their conversations, glancing at one another.

“Ventress,” the big guy said, fixing her with a gaze that pinned her like a moth. She rolled her shoulders uncomfortably. “Can- Can you… tell?”

The big guy— Festival food, the scent of a forest, strums of a valachord drowning out a brass band, the seesaw of backstage versus the limelight— was far too still and composed for what she remembered of him. Far too controlled. The flavor of confidence in him was cultivated, steadfast, and dutiful, not relaxed and personable.

“Can I tell?”

“We believe we stumbled onto a nexus of the Force,” the survivor said, holding a datapad. (The hand-feel of blended polypropylene and cotton rope, forethought versus regret. A surprising minefield of emotions and thoughts, some buried, some wishing to stay buried, envy-worry-doubt-criticism-assessment-failure-is-not-an-option, a— a technician without his tools.) “A vergence, according to this.”

“You found what?”

“Weird portal between worlds or somethin’,” (Chest voice, the accent of his youth— No, head voice, their accent, the one thing he voluntarily adopted— No, something he refused to lose— Argued over— Insisted on changing— Didn’t respect them enough to change—) the pilot said. Clashing memories of meals being stolen but won back, that earlier cocktail scent of fair food mixing with efficient but bland nutrient slurries, a dancing compass with no north. The feeling of starting from scratch. “Found a temple, got knocked out, woke up on another planet.”

The bloodhound stepped forward— Catalogue of procedure, rank and file of information, the hands of service, too old but young, too young but old — and of all of them his energy was the most harmonious. Him she could focus on, the Force signature there the most settled and calm, but there were threads of envy woven through the underbrush, impatience cropping up like weeds, an undercurrent of… Sorrow?

Ventress’s gaze flicked across them again. Were they missing a brother?

“There’s more to it than that, but the rest of this squad rarely had dealings with the Jedi, they- We- They operated independently, and… You may be the only one who can give us some answers.”

Ventress counted them all again, her eyes narrowing. There they all were, even the one that smelled like gun polish and jagged edges.

Tall and spindly was by far the most unsettling. Ventress had understood him before; sharp, calculating, reserved. Resistant to change. Now… Now she saw colored wax drawings on sterile white walls, felt the grasping hands of a child holding their head above a thundercloud for just a taste of sunshine, a magnet pulling and pulling and pulling, the desire to see and experience not melding with the experience he should already have.

And the kid…

The kid was closed off. Shut out. That bright-eyed, feather-tailed spit of a girl was a cold wall of stone, the faintest suggestion of a boiling pot with an opaque lid flickering into the feed like interference from another hologram before dissipating again.

What was going on?

“Ventress, we need your help.”

[eqt-95]

a new kind of romance, pt 8

part 7 | mistletoe magic - - - - -

🎆 | new years

Kara was late.

She was more than late.

Maybe that’s why she took the long way back to National City; first cutting down the Appalachian before soaring over the long expanse of Texas then diverting toward the Grand Canyon and finally getting lost over the Rockies.

Hours had passed. Too many, by Kara’s calculations. Even before her detour, midnight had come and gone. Fireworks rang in a new chapter and exploded in bright, bursting colors overhead as a taunting reminder. Because Supergirl didn’t have time for things like new beginnings no matter how much Kara Danvers wanted it. 

Because Kara was late.

She was more than late.

Now instead of fireworks, the expanse of darkness was broken by glistening stars in a cloudless sky. The silence was broken by the moaning of snowy mountains and the raging of rushing waters and the howling of winds, but that orchestra of sounds did nothing to distract from the thoughts rattling in her own mind.

Thoughts that hadn’t quieted for nearly two weeks.

It was in this state of unchanged unsettledness that she resigned herself toward the skyline she called home; a home where parties had ended and resolutions were made and the chance of a midnight kiss had passed.

Because Kara was late.

She was more than late.

Maybe that was why she lingered high above the city’s tallest penthouse littered with forgotten balloons, confetti, empty champagne bottles, and champagne problems. Because how could Kara hold it against the innocent lives caught in a burning building for the heartbreak her life was on the cusp of?

She watched a lone silhouette weave around the couch and chairs, stacking plates and collecting flutes. And oh how that silhouette looked stunning, dressed down into a familiar sweatshirt with cuffs bunched at the wrists and a stark contrast to the gown Kara knew Lena was wearing at the strike of midnight.

Because Kara was late.

She was more than late.

“Here, let me get these.”

Maybe it was the guilt and regret and ache to undo the last three hours of absence that made Kara miss the second silhouette and the second heartbeat and the way the first silhouette gave in to the offered help.

Plates were stacked in companionable silence until surfaces were cleared and the memory of an evening Kara had no memory of vanished, leaving only Lena and Andrea.

Maybe it was the denial and blind hope and arrogance that she still had a chance that made Kara miss the soft music playing through the penthouse and the way Andrea’s hips swayed to the tempo and the way she stepped into Lena’s personal space and the way she led her into the open area still littered with forgotten bits of glitter and color and spun her round and round and made Lena’s somber expression break into a gentle smile and sent a pair of hands that were not Kara’s securely around her waist.

But there Andrea was, standing in for a role Kara wanted to play.

“Any New Year’s resolutions?” Andrea asked mid-spin, and it made Kara’s chest ache.

“You know I don’t.”

Andrea hummed thoughtfully. “I guess hoping and resolutions are different.”

“That isn’t…” Lena began, halting mid-step and posture stiffening. “It’s different, Andy.”

And for a moment Kara found her own hope again in the way Lena stepped backward. It was shattered when Andrea followed.

“I know, I know,” Andrea replied, and the softness felt real - just as real as the way her hands tugged Lena back into her space. “That was tactless.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it isn’t,” Andrea said, a hand rising to cup Lena’s downturned face, “and I’m sorry. I just worry.”

“There’s no need.”

“Isn’t there?”

“Andy-”

“You can’t hold your breath forever,” Andrea whispered in a way that would feel intimate to Lena but was a megaphone in Kara’s ears. 

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

And Lena didn’t deny it this time with words. She confessed it with a broken sob. An exhale.

Kara was late.

She was more than late.

- - - - - - part 9 | dumplings

[ask-captain-anya]

Decided to put down some of my favorite songs, enjoy :)

[Mod notes:

Shout out to the homie for giving me the russian songs, I am blessed.

I am copying nurly blog and providing song snippets that Anya vibes with <3 ]

Сплин - Черный Цвет Солнца

"She had a rule — never to trust anyone who stands between her and the light I took off her dress and found a bulletproof vest When the music stops in its tracks, pick up the gun and wait for the sign I am coming to die for this love so that I might wake up alive"

Pink Floyd - The Wall

I don't need no arms around me And I don't need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don't think I need anything at all No, don't think I'll need anything at all

Electric Light Orchestra - Don't Bring Me Down

You're always talkin' 'bout your crazy nights One of these days, you're gonna get it right Don't bring me down No, no, no, no, no Ooh-ooh-hoo I'll tell you once more before I get off the floor Don't bring me down

The Darkness - I Believe In A Thing Called Love

Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel Touching you, touching me Touching you, God, you're touching me I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down I believe in a thing called love, hoo, ooh-hoo

Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Авиатор

"Love has no radio, I breathe and I glide I value gravity, but I'm leaving again Attraction of bodies has unlawful joys But I wanted something bottomless, so I flew away"

Blue Oyster Cult - (Don't Fear) The Reaper

Love of two is one Here but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on Then the door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew and then disappeared The curtains flew and then he appeared Saying don't be afraid

3 Doors Down - Kryptonite

I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon After all I knew, it had to be something to do with you I really don't mind what happens now and then As long as you'll be my friend at the end

Олег Медведев - Марш Небесных Связистов

"If copper starts singing in your teeth, It means heavens are summoning their communicators” “Remember how suddenly in a sparking sting along your spine raced The most clear-sounding, the most star-sounding frequency” “Breezes of the Atlantic kissed burning hands on the steering wheel Only blue sea and clouds below Antoine Over the shoulder and up and away, a flaming ‘lighting’ is flying, Never met or found, A short signal, a final ‘hello’ in every language"

Foo Fighters - Everlong

Breathe out, so I can breathe you in Hold you in And now, I know you've always been Out of your head, out of my head, I sang

All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret

The way she feels inside (Inside) Those thoughts I can't deny (Deny) These sleeping dogs won't lie (Won't lie) And all I've tried to hide It's eating me apart Trace this line back

Мельница - Dreadnought

"Please, still glance sometimes at the horizon of never  I will send you a letter with the white postal whale” “And I, believe me, would explode all the ammo of my soul And tore the time and space into a place  Where my stubborn compass keeps pointing  Where your trains fly over thin ice into never"

Engelbert Humperdinck - A Man Without Love

I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me So if you see my girl, please send her home to me Tell her about my heart that's slowly dying Say I can't stop myself from crying Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love

Мельница - Прощай

“Farewell, and if it is forever, then fare forever well” “We won’t wake up, we won’t come back - not to ourselves, nor to each other"

The Dartz - Катти Сарк

"And along the seaside towns the signal runs, faster than breath: The epoch burned, the epoch ended of great sailing ships” “When fires took cutty sark,  In narrow cabin I lied dreaming  Of stranger homes and strangers sleeping  Of mornings grey in cold hyde park"

Chumbawamba - Tubthumping

Don't cry for me Next door neighbor

Björn Skifs and Blue Swede - Hooked On A Feeling

Got a bug from you girl But I don't need no cure I just stay a victim If I can for sure

Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams

Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused

Зимовье Зверей - Макросхема

“Accept me, o space, into your macrochip, At least as your most useless and miserly motherboard” “Celestial bodies and their satellites will never know When we will grow old - before or after We are like spaceships that docked for a party, Only guests in this future” “From the vantage point of today, of hope not devoid, Tomorrow seems enormous as well But the sky doesn’t care for planes anymore, The sky is already filling with smoke” And also, of course, “everyone’s fate is already foretold,  And survivors-to-be are ordered to rest”

David Bowie - Space Oddity

Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare This is Major Tom to Ground Control I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough

Сурганова и Оркестр - Неужели не я

“It means there are no farewells  It means we begged the forgiveness of our dead  For nothing; it means there is no coming back For winter Only one thing remains: to tread this world without care There is no falling behind, it’s only possible to take over” “Thank god it’s winter, It means i never returned anywhere”

Asia - Heat Of The Moment

And now you find yourself in Eighty Two The disco hot spots hold no charm for you You can concern yourself with bigger things You catch a pearl and ride the dragon's wings

Kelly Clarkson - Because of You

I lose my way And it's not too long before you point it out I cannot cry Because I know that's weakness in your eyes I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh Every day of my life My heart can't possibly break When it wasn't even whole to start with

Flёur - После кораблекрушения

“And it will be tempting to submit to the distant howl of sirens To give in, to accept the inevitable, to fall asleep Just so that you wouldn’t have to see reality as it gives a Frightening lurch And the fatally growing wave as it covers the stars” “Just keep treading water, cling to the surface, Don’t let the black stifling wave deceive you  You are on the list of survivors, your name is the first on it The shore is closer than you think, and you are much stronger”

Flёur - Когда ты грустишь

“When you are sad, im itching to sing, and that’s how it always goes You’d try to cut me with a word or reprimand, but I am not prideful You are always frowning and I am so carefree, we just aren’t meant to be We sing different songs — you of what’s eternal, and I of what’s earthly”

Nicole Dollanganger - Please Just Stay Dead

Wrap you in yarn and grass Embalm you with milk And lay you to rest In cardboard lined with silk

I Don't Know How But They Found Me - Choke

Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine And what a lovely time, that it would surely be So bite your tongue And choke yourself to sleep

Зимовье Зверей - Снова в космос

“[There is a reason] to leave, to melt away, to fade, to glide over everyone’s heads, To die in an unfair battle without all those fanciful wounds To let unreigned horses into uncontrollable flight And, leaning foreheads together, to watch the emptying screen” “Look how the ships are leaving for the stars From the bottom where a murky demon rules over the weeds Nothing, nothing was worth the earth And nothing, nothing is worth the sky”

[arterialamalgamationbah]

,, AMALGAMATiON SPOTTED ???

SCiENTiST ,,

Name : victor . newton . darwin . raymond . doc . dex . gizmo . herbert . data . edison . jekyll . edward . gibson . egbert . julius . irvin . henry . atlas . atom . radia . otto . argon . ester . zinc . helix . venus . thomas . charles . zeke

Age : ageless . adult-presenting

Pronouns : he/him . hy/hym . they/them . it/its

Gender : libramasc . gender apathetic

Sexuality : aroacespec . uranic

Source : none

Role : hallucination holder . paranoia holder . antagoniser

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Xenogenders : vilegender . acidgender . hategender . plaguecute

Neopronouns : abyss/abyss.　acid/acid.　ae/atom.　atom/atom.　atomic/atomical.　base/base.　bea/beaker.　beaker/beaker.　beam/beam.　bi/bio.　bio/bio.　bio/biochem.　bio/biology.　biology/biology.　bone/bone.　bub/bubble.　bubs/bubble.　catalyst/catalyst.　ce/cell.　cell/cell.　che/chemistry.　chem/chem.　chem/chemical.　chem/chemistry.　chemical/chemical.　chromosome/chromosome.　da/data.　danger/danger.　data/data.　decay/decay.　dna/dna.　e/evo.　ele/element.　elec/electric.　elec/electron.　electro/electro.　electron/electron.　entropy/entropy.　enzyme.　evo/evolve.　evolution/evolution.　evolve/evolve.　ex/expert.　exa/examine.　exp/experiment.　expe/experiment.　experi/experi.　explode/explode.　fe/iron.　fizz/fizz.　flask/flask.　geni/genius.　glass/glass.　goggle/goggle.　gra/gravity.　grav/gravity.　halo/halogens.　haz/hazard.　hyp/sin.　hypo/hypothesis.　ion/ion.　ion/ionization.　iso/isotopic.　isotope/isotope.　kinetic/kinetic.　know/knowledge.　la/lab.　lab/lab.　mad/mad.　magnet/magnet.　mal/mal.　mars/mar.　mask/mask.　merc/mercurys.　met/metal.　metal/metaloide.　method/method.　mi/microbe.　min/mind.　mol/molecule.　mutant/mutant.　mutate/mutate.　needle/needle.　neu/neucleus.　neu/neutron.　neuron/neuron.　neutron/neutron.　nu/nuclear.　nucle/nucleus.　nuclear/nuclear.　nucleus/nuclei.　orbit/orbit.　organism/organism.　pa/paradox.　para/paradox.　patch/patch.　photon/photon.　planet/planet.　plant/plant.　plat/platinum.　poi/poison.　pro/proton.　pro/protron.　psy/psycho.　rad/radiation.　radio/radiograph.　rae/radiation.　ribo/ribosome.　rna/dna.　sci/sci.　sci/science.　scien/scien.　script/script.　sick/sickness.　spark/spark.　spill/spill.　star/star.　study/study.　subject/subject.　tech/technician.　test/test.　theo/theory.　theory/theory.　tissue/tissue.　tox/toxic.　tri/trial.　value/value.　vi/viru.　vial/vial.　volt/volt.　wave/wave.　x-ray/x-ray.　xyr/xyr.　zip/zap.　⚗️/⚗️.　🔬/🔬.　🥼/🥼.　🧪/🧪.　🧫/🧫.　🧬/🧬.　🧮/🧮.

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Alterhuman Labels : fallenangelkin . machinekin . dr masacrik fictkin

TransIDs : transharmful . transbrainwasher

PermaIDs : [i have no idea what to add im sorry]

Paras : 🤕 . 🦖 . 💤 . ⚙️ . 🩸

Stances : pro-most things . anti-contact

[ faceclaim credit : this ]

for : 👁️🍻 anon

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HELP hope you enjoy the motherload of neos

[hisxloverx]

The gold//hazbin hotel / helluva boss

In which stolas's twin sister is forced into a marriage just like him however she has a good relationship with her husband and is friends with blitz and hangs out with them all the time

001| loo loo land

The scene opens to a shot of the exterior of Stolas's mansion at night, before cutting to the master bedroom where Stolas and Stella are asleep. A young Octavia's frightened voice can be heard from offscreen

Young Octavia(offscreen) Mummy! Daddyyyy!

Stolas is roused from his sleep. He turns to Stella who has most of the blanket

Stolas sleepily says: Mmph. Via's calling us, Stella.

Stella sleepily, annoyed said: You get up.

Stolas sighs and gets out of bed. He enters Octavia's room, where she is hiding beneath her blankets

Stolas: Via? What troubles you, my owlet?

Young Octavia says while sobbing :Daddy! Daddy!

Young Octavia climbs down from her bed and runs into her father's arms. Stolas hoists her up to comfort her

Young Octavia still sobbing then says : I had a dream! A really bad dream!

Stolas yawns and wipes away Octavia's tear, correcting her A nightmare.

Young Octavia then tell her dad about her nightmare: I was looking all over the palace, and... I couldn't find you anywhere! You weren't there!

Stolas: *rubs Octavia on the back comfortingly* There there, Via, it's okay. You're okay.

Stolas summons his grimoire to him telekinetically as he walks Octavia back to bed.

When you're scared, and you don't know where I am, you must remember...

Stolas's grimoire floats over to him. He telekinetically flips it open

No matter what happens to me, I will never be far away... from my special little starfire.

Stolas begins singing a lullaby to little Octavia

♫ It always seems more quiet... in the dark ♫

Stolas opens a portal above himself and Octavia. She looks up in awe of the beauty of space through the portal

♫ It always feels so stark... how silence grows under the moon ♫

Stolas and young Octavia float up through the portal and into the cosmos, landing on a barren moon

♫ Constellations gone so soon ♫

♫ I used to think that I was bold ♫

Walking across the moon, Stolas leaves footprints in the dust.

♫ I used to think love would be fun ♫

♫ Now, all my stories have been told. Except for one... ♫

Stolas looks down at young Octavia, and she looks back with her large, curious eyes. Her gaze shifts to a pink glow to her side.

♫ As the stars start to align ♫

♫ I hope you take it as a sign that you'll be okay ♫

A meteor begins its descent towards a giant, pink colored star

♫ Everything will be okay ♫

The meteor makes contact with the pink star, and begins to sink beneath the molten surface

♫ And if the Seven Rings collapse ♫

Multiple planetary bodies begin gravitating toward the pink star, including the moon that Stolas and Octavia currently reside on, which eventually shatters into pieces as the star's gravity pulls on it

♫ Although, the day could be my last. You will be okay ♫

Young Octavia yawns and falls asleep contentedly against her father's chest

♫ When I'm gone, you'll be okay... ♫

Distant planetary bodies fly through the cosmos, pulled in by the pink star's incredible gravitational pull. They

disintegrate upon impact and causes the star to explode in a powerful supernova just as the portal closes behind Stolas causing him to sing louder.

♫ And when Creation goes to die ♫

♫ You can find me in the sky ♫

Stolas drapes the sleeping Octavia in a blanket.

♫ And you will be okay... ♫

His lullaby finished, Stolas leaves as his young daughter settles to sleep, content. Cut to several years later, where a teenage Octavia is jolted awake by smashing objects and her parents screaming at each other, far less content.

___________________________

Stella: (offscreen) I can't believe you slept with an imp, in OUR FUCKING BED!

Octavia, annoyed at being disturbed, gives a long groan

Stolas: (offscreen) It was unexpected! I didn't have time to go to a motel

Stella: (offscreen) A motel?! Like a fucking PLEBEIAN?!

Octavia grabs her phone and puts in earbuds, playing "My World Is Burning Down Around Me" to tune out the screaming as she strides down the

halls of the Goetia estate, stepping over the smashed remains of a plant thrown in her path. In the kitchen, Stella continues screaming at Stolas

Stella: You want to fuck this one, TOO?!

[Stella grabs an imp servant and violently tosses him in Stolas' direction.]

Stolas: No! Of course not!

Stella: You are a goddamn embarrassment! I'm not spending another moment looking at your pathetic, IMP-SUCKING FACE!!

Stella storms out of the room, shouting angrily the entire time, and smashing more potted plants. Stolas sighs in exhausted exasperation before he notices his daughter has entered the kitchen.

Stolas: Good mooorning, Octavia! Did you sleep well, my owlet?

Octavia then asks her dad : Was that a serious question?

Stolas opens the refrigerator to retrieve a massive chunk of zebra meat

Stolas: Mm-hmm... What's that you're listening to?

Octavia: This song is called "My World is Burning Down Around Me". It's by Fuck You Dad.

Stolas looks down, thinking the name of the band his daughter mentioned is a hurtful remark.

Octavia then tell her dad : It's a band.

Stolas: *bemusedly* Ohhhh! How charming...

Stolas grabs the zebra meat and feeds it to a massive potted plant situated in a small alcove off the kitchen as he pets it. Sated, it falls dormant, closing its three eyes.

Octavia: So, you two done screaming for the day? *she then sips her coffee*

Stolas: Umm...

Stella lets out another scream of anger and another potted plant is heard shattering in the distance.

Stolas: You know what I haven't done in a long, loooong time? I haven't taken you to your favorite place in all of Hell! Why don't we go to Loo Loo Land?

Octavia: I'm not five anymore.

Stolas: You always were so happy when I took you to Loo Loo Land! What do you say we go there again, have a day, I'll even call you're aunt Athena to see if she wants to come with us it would be just the three of us?

Octavia: I'd... rather kill myself but I do miss aunt Athena.

Stolas: There we go! Anything but staying in this house. Stolas call's his twin sister first she asked her husband

first and he said it was okay so she said she'll come stolas tells his daughter then says Now, I'll arrange our security.

Octavia: Security for a theme park?

Stolas: We are rich, and we're hot. People want our money and our bodies!

Octavia grabs a box of cereal on the table and begins shoveling handfuls into her mouth.

Octavia: *under her breath* Our money, maybe.

Stolas: Speak for yourself, princess. Now... I'm calling the only man who can f*** me!

Octavia: *then drops the handful of cereal, disgusted* What...?

Stolas: *immediately backpedaling* Who can protect me! Us! Being part of the Goetia family is rather valuable, you know.

Octavia groans and pulls her beanie down over her eyes.

___________________________

Cut to I.M.P Headquarters, where Blitzo is busy doing very important work in his office, involving crude representations of Millie and Moxxie made out of office supplies that he

puppets around and speaks with. Between them is a framed photo of Blitzo with a robe pulled down off his shoulders seductively and a flower between his teeth. The text reads "#1 Bitch" with "BOSS" written in red over it

Blitzo: *impersonating Millie* "Oh, Blitzo! You're such a good boss!" *impersonating Moxxie* "Yeah, I really want you, sir." *impersonating Millie* "Me, too!" *As himself* Let's three-way!

Blitzo lowers his "employees" below his desk to crotch level, looking momentarily pleasured before being interrupted by the ringing of his Hellphone

He then answers what phone angrily: WHAT?!

Stolas: *lustfully* Why, hello, my big-dicked Blitzy.

Both Blitzo and Octavia spit out their coffee in sheer surprise. Blitzo slams his "BOSS BITCH" mug onto his desk

Blitzo: What--

Octavia: the--

Blitzo: FUCK--

Octavia: Dad?!

Stolas: Language, everyone! *into the phone* I have a special request~

Blitzo: Aw... Look, I just had a chemical peel. So, you'll have to find someone else's face to plant that feathered ass.

Stolas: It's for my daughter.

Blitzo: Ah. Well, make sure she washes it.

Stolas: *taken aback* No! No, no-no-no. I'm taking my daughter and Athena to Loo Loo Land, and I was hoping you brave little Imps would accompany us!

Blitzo: We're assassins, not bodyguards, 'kay? Don't invite us to shit unless someone's gonna die.

Stolas: I'll pay you~

Blitzo: Pay me what?

Stolas: Moneyyyy~

Blitz then says : done!

Blitz hangs up and accidentally slams his phone down on the desk hard enough to smash it to pieces. After a brief annoyed glance at it, he pulls out a megaphone

Blitzo: M n' M, get in here! We're goin' to Loo Loo Land!

Moxxie opens the door to respond.

Loo loo land? He questions confused

Millie excitedly smashes her head straight through the office door's glass

Loo loo land ?!! says says excitedly with stars in her eyes

Blitzo: Loo Loo Land!

Loona: (offscreen) SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

___________________________

Cut to Loo Loo Land. A van with an I.M.P decal spray painted on the side pulls into the rather empty parking lot. Moxxie exits the van and opens the side door. A very cramped Stolas extracts

himself excitedly. His daughter exits the van far less excitedly. Athena then gets out and pats her niece's back lightly as to reassure her that it's going to be okay

Stolas dons an apple-themed hat and gestures toward the park gate. Octavia groans and pulls her hat low over her face

Blitzo: Now, remember: this is work and work only. Me and my crew are not here to satisfy your perverted bird needs, alright?

Octavia: *disgustedly* Hey... Dad... Do we have to--?

Blitzo: Okay, yeah. Hold on right there, sweetie. [turns to Stolas] If you try fuckin' my little ass in that park, I swear to--

Athena: okay blitz maybe don't talk about this in front of me or my niece please I don't want to hear about this and nether does via

Stolas then says to blitz:You are so cute when you are serious!

Octavia then says : I'm literally gonna be sick. As her aunt says that she feels like throwing up

Moxxie: Oh, crumbs! I knew today would be a lot! What do you need?

Moxie fishes around in a fanny pack and throws out several pill bottles as he lists off his inventory.

Moxxie: Anti-acids? Ibuprofen?

Moxxie shows the aunt and niece several hypodermic needles of a glowing, acid green substance.

Moxxie: Morphine?

Octavia: what we said was figurative, old man.

Moxxie: Oh, right.

Moxxie chuckles sheepishly as he discards the needles into a nearby baby carriage, where a baby imp happily reaches out to play with its dangerous new "toys

Moxxie: *under his breath* But, she said it was literal.

Millie: *excitedly* Wooooow! I haven't been to this place since I was a tot!

A large letter falls off the sign of a nearby ride, crushing the teenaged imp underneath.

Millie: It hasn't changed a bit. Ohhh! LOOK! It's Big Woobly!

Millie gestures toward a hideously malformed animatronic dinosaur, which opens its mouth and lets out a terrifying, demonic shriek.

Moxxie: That is... deeply upsetting.

Millie: Oh, come on! It's fun! You've never been here?

Moxxie: No. Theme parks always disturbed me, especially the mascots.

The park's mascot, Loo Loo appears out of nowhere behind Moxxie.

Loo Loo: Well, hey there!

Moxxie: *jumps back in terror* AAAAAH!!

Loo Loo: I'm Loo Loo! Welcome to Loo Loo Land! If y'all get hurt here, just try and sue us!

Stolas: *gasps* Look! Via,Thena! It's Loo Loo!

Octavia: I have a question.

Loo Loo: Well, ask away, little girlie! A-hyuk a-hyuk a-hyuk!

Octavia: Is it true this park is just a really shameless spin-off of Lucifer's far more popular Lu Lu World?

Loo Loo: *beat* No?

Athena then whispers to her niece : This place reeks of insecure corporate shame.

Octavia: that is true aunt Athena that is true

Stolas chuckles nervously as he leads Octavia and Athena away

Stolas: Why don't we go check out the rides?

Loo Loo: those chick's are creepy, huh?

Blitzo: Eh, wait till the kids dad tries to diddle your holes.

Loo Loo: *to Millie and Moxxie* What's that mean?

Moxxie: Don't talk to me! I know you're a pervert under there!

Moxxie leaves, leading Millie off with him. Loo Loo hangs his body dejectedly.

Loo Loo: Yeah...

Moxxie and Millie head down a pathway, and Moxxie, sweating profusely, stops to catch his composure

Moxxie: You really like this place, huh?

Millie: I love this place! My parents would bring me and my siblings here when they could swing it. Money-wise.

Moxxie looks over to see a worker wheeling a wheelbarrow piled to the brim with money into a nearby giftshop. As The two approach the

window, where novelty cups and stuffed apples are for sale. The cups appear to cost at least 29 souls per.

Moxxie: Yeaaaah. The prices do seem rather criminal. I mean, that much for a novelty cup that you use one time?

Millie: 'Cause, it's Loo Loo Land!

Blitzo walks up, having loaded up on merch, including a novelty cup, as well as a hat with attached can holders and straws.

Blitz then nudges Moxxie with his cup then says: Listen to your hoe, Mox.

Blitz takes a swig from his novelty cup.

Blitz: How 'bout I take the first watch while you two have a little he takes off his sunglasses and winks fun?

Millie: OOOOOH! We gotta do my favorite ride!

Moxxie: Oh, yeah? Wh- which one?

Cut to a shot of a lone imp riding a roller coaster named "The Lawsuit" that suddenly plunges off a sheer 90-degree drop at incredible speed while also on

fire and with its rider hanging on for dear life. The coaster violently plunges into a tunnel in the ground.

Moxxie: *terrified* Oh, crumbs!

[Cut to Moxxie vomiting into a trash can after having left the ride. A vomit-covered family walks by in the background, glaring disapprovingly at Moxxie. A massive dragon-like creature from the nearby petting zoo looms overhead, also glaring at Moxxie.]

In another part of the park, Stolas, Octavia & athena walk along the path, as Blitz takes up positions all around them with his rifle, on the lookout for any danger.

A group of imps creep up behind the booths, ropes, knives, and pitchforks at the ready. They quickly scatter as Blitzo looks in their direction.

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Stolas strokes Blitz's horn and says: You know, it's quite thrilling to see you on the job, Blitzy.

Blitzo: Save it, bitch. I'm working.

Octavia then says : You both need to get a room. To which her aunt nods and hugs her niece to comfort her to which she smiles at her

Blitzo then says go the pair: Hey, I am not a day-hooker!

A woman walking nearby with her baby glares at Blitzo before continuing on in a huff.

Blitzo: What? I just said I'm not one, prude! He then Flips her off

Stolas then gasps and says : Oh! Look, Via!

Stolas points excitedly at the circus tent. A demon mother is struggling to pull her crying son into the tent.

Stolas: You used to cry such tears of joy at this show!

Octavia: *panicked* Oh, no...

Cut to a flashback to Octavia as a

young girl, as she is pushed against the stage by an excited crowd of imp children, as Robo Fizz sparks and cackles

maniacally leering over Octavia, who soon breaks into tears. A younger Blitzo is seen in the background tending to a food cart, dressed and painted as a clown, scowling

Cut back to the present.

Blitzo & Octavia: I hate that fucking clown.

Pan to Stolas, who has been captured and hoisted aloft by the crew of imps from earlier. Stolas' arms are bound

and his head is covered by a cloth sack, and the imps are pointing various weapons at him. One has stolen Stolas' wallet.

Stolas unconcerned then says: Oh, Blitzy~ I need my bodyguard, please!

One imp jumps, to try and skewer Stolas with a pitchfork. Blitzo quickly brings his rifle to bear, shooting the imp in the torso, splattering Stolas's head with blood. The other imps quickly scatter.

Octavia enters the big top and finds seat while athena sits beside her as Blitzo carries Stolas in, head still covered in the blood-soaked sack, sets him down, and walks off to take

position. Stolas makes no move to remove the sack, until Octavia annoyedly rips it off her father's head.

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Robo Fizz: *glitching and sparking* Hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyyy, Implings! It's me, the Robotic Fizzarolli! Shipped from Big Ozzie's factory to bring you a wonderful show celebrating Loo Loo Land, spelled with Os, to avoid lawsuits! H-H-H-H-H-Hit it!

Stage lights turn on and point at Robo Fizz as he begins to dance and sing a song of the same name as the park

♫ Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land! ♫

The curtains open to reveal Robo Fizz's band, FizzaRolli 'n Friends, composed of various hideously decrepit animatronics, including Big Woobly on guitar

♫ Everybody sing along with the Loo Loo band ♫

Robo Fizz goes around pointing and gesturing at various demons in the audience. Stolas looks excited when Robo Fizz gets to him, but this is short-lived as Blitzo pops up and points his rifle at Robo Fizz, who dashes back to the stage.

♫ Ev'ry boy, ev'ry girl, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man loves Loo Loo Laaand! ♫

Platforms in the stage rise up in time with the music.

Robo Fizz: ♫ Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land! ♫

♫ Everything is beautiful at Loo Loo Land ♫

♫ Ugly children holdin' hands in Loo Loo Laaand! ♫

Robo Fizz grabs various Imp children out of the audience and wraps them up in a big hug, before jumping up and tossing them away. Most of the children slam into the bleachers, while one soars behind them.

♫ Everybody's friendly, ♫

Robo Fizz hugs Big Woobly so hard that its neck breaks a bit more than it already had been

♫ And nobody is mean ♫

Robo Fizz dashes over to the two-headed, banjo-playing bear animatronic and slaps it in the back. The animatronic then squirts a stream of oil from its bigger head at the face of an Imp in the bleachers attempting to drown out the song with music from his phone

♫ No copyright infringement's ever seeen ♫

Robo Fizz dumps a gasoline canister onto a large stack of cease-and-desist papers, lights a match, and throws the match and the canister at the stack, setting the whole thing ablaze.

♫ I have a dream... ♫

♫ (He has a dream) ♫

♫ I'm here to tell... ♫

♫ (He's here to tell) ♫

♫ About a magical, fantastic place called Loo Loo Laaaaand! ♫

Octavia is sitting beside her aunt and is absorbing the musical with disgusted boredom. Outside, Moxxie and Millie walk along a row of game booths, when they are addressed by one of the vendors. Millie gleefully yanks Moxxie over towards the booth

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Carnie Imp: Hello, hello! Step right up and win a thing!

Millie gasps excitedly and says: Oh, look, Moxxie! A THING!

The "thing" in question is some sort of purple stuffed penguin creature with Imp horns, wearing pink overalls. The stuffed animal is labeled with a tag that says "THING?"

Moxxie: Oh, you like that thing?

Millie: YEEEEESSS! I don't really know what that thing is but I want that thing!

Moxxie then smugly says: Ahhh... Finally, something I can handle.

Moxxie takes out some money and hands it to the carnie

Moxxie: Okay! One game, puh-lease!

The carnie Imp rolls his eyes and uses his tail to hand Moxxie a pistol with a cork projectile in the muzzle. Moxxie does not even line up the shot, instead looking to his wife as he effortlessly hits the target right in the bullseye.

Unbeknownst to Moxxie, the target barely moves. He makes a "ricochet" noise with his mouth and blows the black powder smoke clear of the gun, pleased with his marksmanship.

Carnie Demon: Ohhhh! Strike one, little man!

Moxxie: But, I hit it!

Carnie Imp: Hmmm, I don't know what to tell ya, buddy. The target, see? It didn't go down. So, yeah...! No go, bro.

Moxxie growls in anger, and fishes another bill out of his pocket. He grabs the pistol and fires another cork, hitting the target dead-center. The target does not budge. Moxxie slaps the pistol in annoyance.

Moxxie: The Heaven's wrong with this thing?!

Carnie Imp: Oh, man. A real shame, I tell ya. He then mockingly cries

Moxxie hisses in anger as he slaps another bill on the counter.

Moxxie: Another!

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Cut back to the Robo Fizz show. Stolas is gleefully clapping to the music, while Octavia has thrown her head back in torment as her aunt has her head in her hands while Octavia is banging her fist on the seat next to her opposite Athena

♫ --body sing along with the Loo Loo band! Ev'ry boy, ev'ry girl, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man loves Loo Loo Laaaaaaand! ♫

The show ends with a small pyrotechnic display as Robo Fizz cackles maniacally. The bear animatronic faceplants onto the stage and falls to pieces. Stolas claps and cheers even harder

Stolas: Ah hohohoho ho ho ho ho ho, how delightful!

Behind Stolas, an imp armed with a kris dagger rises from beneath the seats ready to stab Stolas, but the top of his

head is quickly blown apart by a shot from Blitzo, who has taken up a position in the gallery behind the back row of seats while Imps scream in absolute fear and run away.

Stolas: *flirtatiously* Oh, my! What aim you have, Blitzy.

Octavia furious then says along with her aunt : Ugh! We can't do this anymore!

Octavia and Athena storm off, with Stolas following behind them as Blitzo cycles his rifle, and prepares to give chase after his charges

Robo Fizz: Mua ha ha ha ha hoho-oh! Is that Blitzo pronounced as spelled my sensors spot up the-e-e-ere? I bet the kiddies are still running away from you, huh? He then laughs

Blitzo: The 'o' is silent now!

Robo Fizz: A-A-Awwwww, just like your audience always was when you to-told your lazy jokes here! He laughs again

Blitz then  removes his visors and throws them on the ground as he continues his argument with Robo Fizz.

Blitzo: Bitch, I make more money killing people than you do being a cheap-ass robo ripoff of an overrated sellout JESTER!

Robo Fizz glitching then says: Oohoohoo! Someone's salty! Real or not, though, people lo-o-ove me! Does anybody love you... *low demonic voice* BLITZ-0?

Blitzo: No. But, I'm really good with guns now. Dance, bitch!

Blitzo slams a new magazine into his rifle, switches it to full-auto and opens up on Robo Fizz, who cartwheels out of the way of the incoming rounds. Robo

Fizz rapidly spins like a wheel rolling up the stair to where Blitzo is. He coils himself around Blitzo like a snake, before using his own momentum to launch Blitzo through the top of the tent.

Blitzo: Ohhhh, FUCK MEEEEEEE...!

Outside, Wally Wackford rolls a cart of lit torches in by the tent.

Wally: Torches, I say, I say! Get your inconvenient torches here!

Blitzo lands on the cart, scattering the torches everywhere, which lights the top of the tent on fire.

Wally: Owww! I say, OWWWW!

The green fire very rapidly spreads to all corners of the park. Burning and melting animatronics flee the tent as Robo Fizz cackles and spins his head with demonic glee at the destruction.

Elsewhere, the carnie Imp at the shooting gallery holds 600 souls of Moxxie's money, with Moxxie himself glaring at him with seething anger

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Carnie Imp: Wow! Man, you're really starting to make this sad. Y'know, if you suck, you suck! Guess you won't win your honey here a prize...

Millie: Let me try!

Millie grabs the pistol and fires a cork at a target, which misses wildly. The carnie Imp grins mischievously, and presses a foot pedal in the booth, which causes a target to fall down.

Carnie Imp: Ohhhh, look at that! Lucky shot, baby.

Moxxie: Are you kidding me?! You- you- you charlatan!

Carnie Imp: Hey, uh, get lost, pipsqueak. I'm talkin' to the lady~

The carnie Imp leans toward Millie and makes a seductive purring sound at her. Millie immediately recoils in disgust. In the background, Blitzo and Robo Fizz

continue to battle against each other as the fires spread. Blitzo is thrown up into the air by Robo Fizz and comes down through the roof of the shooting gallery, crushing the carnie Imp under him

Carnie Imp: OWWWW! Oof! Auuugh!

Moxxie surprised then says: Sir?!

Blitz dazed then says: Ohhhh...Hey, guys! You should probably go, uh, make sure Stolas is okay. I've... got some unfinished business to take care of.

Blitzo draws his flintlock pistol, cocks it, and fires at the now burning Robo Fizz. The impact of the bullet spins

Robo Fizz's head around, but when he spins his head back, he is revealed to be unharmed by the shot, having caught the bullet in his teeth. He then spits the bullet out

Blitzo: Oh, what a mouth!

Blitzo immediately grimaces when he realizes what he just said. Robo Fizz coils himself up into his rolling form again, charging straight at Blitzo. He leaps out of the way as his enemy hits the booth, destroying it in a large

explosion. Several pieces of shrapnel and burning prizes shoot in all direction, as the camera follows the severed heads of three of the "things"

Moxxie attempted to win. The piece of stuffed animal strikes a young Imp boy in the head, knocking him unconscious the second a photographer takes a picture of the Imp family

Father: Goddammit, Nathan! You ruined another bloody photo! Why were you even born?!

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Elsewhere, Stolas is still running after his daughter and his twin sister .

Stolas: Octavia, Athena?

Octavia & Athena (off-screen) Just leave us alone!

Stolas: Octavia, Athena !

Octavia and Athena run into a building called the "Fun House." Inside, Stolas is confronted with a a surreal room of eyes, tubes, spikes, mirrors, and disembodied hands. He goes further

into the room, looking around for where his daughter and his sister could have gone. A shadow appears behind Stolas, as a random Imp jumps upon his back

Stolas annoyed then says: Umm, I think I'm supposed to be bodyguarded right now!

The Imp covers Stolas' mouth with his shirt sleeve, but is suddenly shot in the head and falls to the ground. Moxxie and Millie appear in the entryway, Millie having just shot the Imp with a pistol.

Stolas then wipes the imp blood off of his sleeve, annoyed he then says : Ugh, that's better. Where is Blitzy? He's my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones.

Millie: He's, uhhhh... busy.

Moxxie: Being a fool.

Stolas: What kind of fool?

Moxxie: The "everything is now on fire" kind.

Disinterested, Stolas leaves the imps, effortlessly dodging between two swinging pendulums, and heads down a tunnel into an adjoining room. There, he sees Octavia & Athena riding in circles in apple-themed rail cars, crying

Stolas: Octavia , Athena ...

Stolas discards the Loo Loo Land hat, which in response to his emotional state has gone from a goofy grin to a sad frown.

Stolas: I take it you both are... not having fun.

Octavia crying then says: I didn't even want to come here! I only wanted to hang out with aunt Athena!

Stolas: I'm sorry, sweetie. I... I thought you loved it here.

Octavia sniffling then says When I was a kid and my parents didn't hate each other... and my dad didn't flirt with some... weird red dickhead the entire time.

Stolas: I'm sorry, Via , thena I'm sorry for... everything... happening right now. I know it's... a lot. I, uh-- I should have listened.

Octavia crying says: I just want to go home... but home doesn't even feel like home anymore... You ruined it.

Stolas: You need to understand... your mother and I... I just-... I felt-... She's always been... I haven't been- Ha-... We weren't in... I'm sorry, I- I- I don't have the words.

Octavia crying then asks : Are you gonna run off with him? And leave me and aunt Athena behind? Go away where... we can't find you?

Stolas: *emphatically* What? No! No, no, never. I'd never do that. Never. I think it's time to leave this place. You were right. You are too old for it, anyway.

Stolas carries Octavia and Athena out of the Fun House, as an imp grins maniacally in the space above the drop-ceiling, looking down on Stolas. The imp drops down and flicks open a switchblade.

Stolas immediately turns around, eyes glowing brightly. The Imp immediately turns to stone and is knocked over by a pendulum. Outside, the park has been reduced to pandemonium as dusk falls.

Millie attempts to shoot at Robo Fizz, who rolls around wildly. The robot is caught by the draconic creature from before, and swallowed whole, as Moxxie rides on its back. Stolas,Octavia & Athena leave the park gates.

Stolas: So, what would you like to do now?

Octavia: Oh, can we go to Stylish Occult? They sell weird taxidermy there.

Stolas: *reluctantly* Hmmm, okayyyyy...

Octavia: *chuckles* Thanks, dad. You're okay, sometimes. And aunt Athena can you come over more I missed you

Stolas: Thank you, Via. Thank you.

Athena: of course via I'll come over a lot more often I missed you too

A massive explosion rocks the park, sending the employees of I.M.P. hurtling through the air, smoking and screaming. All three land in front of Stolas,Octavia and Athena.

Moxxie: Way to ruin another good thing, sir!

Blitzo: Worth it! That slutty toy clown had. It. Comin'!

Moxxie and Blitzo fall unconscious. A stray animal that looks like Queef grabs Millie by the hair and drags her offscreen

Meanwhile Athena called a taxi home and walked into the mansion that her and her husband live in her husband heard the door and walked up to her and hugged her he see's that she's been crying and tells her that she should get some sleep to

Which she went straight to their shared bed and fell asleep

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HELLO good morning or night where ever you are but!! I love nsr and all the crazy designs people come up with, so I wanted to throw my hat in the ring with a few questions!

-Since Apollinare conducts with the "stars" and such, does that mean he's got a good relationship with DJSS or a bad one? I can't imagine that they're REALLY the stars but also....if DJSS can grow to the size of a skyscraper and also create an event horizon by cracking his head then maybe they really ARE the stars!!

-Also also, if they don't get along, is it just entirely on DJSS's part or is it mutual? You wrote that Apollinare was a polite fellow, and Nova is a..pretty egotistical guy, so I can easily see him getting territorial over his "brand" but I could be entirely wrong!!

-Last thing but, Ratio also, seems to be space themed! Do those 2 ocs have any relation to each other, or is it just a favorite theme of yours? No judgement here, space is a wonderful thing! But also, in her art, she's got a little Sayu on her head, so does that mean the two artists are really close or was that just a cute detail you wanted to add?

I hope this wasn't too overwhelming, but nsr ocs are such a treat for me to see, because you can really make anything you want in a way, and it's always great seeing more love for the game!

HI AND I'M SORRY THAT I TOOK SO LONG TO GET READY AND ANSWER AHHHHHH

Apollinare is a star, but its head does not consist of gas, but of a crystalline base (more precisely, only the head, the body is organic). By the way, he can not only control the stars, but also feel them. There are disadvantages to this, because he can feel the explosion of a star, and if it does not affect him, it will definitely distract him.

Poor bby let him sleep

He WOULD HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH THE DJ, IF NOT FOR ONE SMALL ISSUE THAT SPOILS EVERYTHING (in fact, there are many reasons and the "hostility" comes only from the DJ). This is not even a battle for the brand, since Apollinare never express desire to join NSR, not because he dislike them, no, the reason why, he already has so much to do: To maintain the opera house, his parents' mansion, while they are away, all the maids and butlers, their salary, train ballet dancers, his orchestra - he doesn't need additional duty in the form of District.

THE REASON WHY THEY(Only DJ actually, it's not mutual) DONT GET ALONG IS...... that he can conduct the stars. Imagine: You are a DJ, come home after you gave a concert and interacted with these P*lutonians, you decided to look through your telescope, admire the sky, make your scientific notes there and then

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All the stars in the sky are twitching in a cartoon disgusting way, or vice versa, smoothly, but still too fast, with the risk of colliding and exploding.

And you know who's to blame

This

Starhead

Asshole

Decided to practice his Vivaldi or whoever in the starry sky again, disturbing the order!

And then......

.....Bro got so mad that he sent a live message through 3 DISTRICTS HELP(Apollinare lives in Natura)

Temptation to show middle finger to this conductor is high.

The reason for disliking number 2

Gifts

Apollinare is a person of a different upbringing, so he doesn't see the problem in giving a magnificent bouquet as a sign of appreciation(He often gaining them after his performances)

......But some people see (But if he sponsored the launch of a satellite, it would be a different matter)

You think nothing else can get worse for DJ? ha! You're wrong! Once Apollinare asked one of his ballet pupils what kind of bouquet he could gift, listing the flowers and their meaning..... And they jokingly offered to gift food bouqet.

Apollinare did not understand the joke and SEARCHED "CREATING FOOD BOUQUET SERVICE" ON THE INTERNET, ORDERED IT AND GIFTED A BOUQUET OF ICE DODO POPS, HELP, THIS GUY.....

(Y'all, admit you envy Subatomic right now)

Subatomic could refused, but..... Do you really think that he would refuse such a bouquet? Even if an enemy gave him this one, he wouldn't have the heart to throw it away.

Remember, I said that the main reason for dislike is that Apollinare wreaked havoc in the night sky? Forget AND BEHOLD: TRUE REASON TO DISLIKE APOLLO

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Height

Even if Apollinare takes off his shoes and the DJ stays in his and does not take off his hood, the conductor will remain taller.(But I'm a lazy ass and forgot to redraw Pollo, he's head so tiny there😭😭😭)

(I swear, he is higher)

As a result, Apollinare unknowingly stole everything from him: His space(thankfully not personal), his height, his bitches.

NEVERTHELESS, Apollinare never cease to admire the DJ's music and theme, and although he still cannot get to any of his live concerts (Work does not spare poor Pollo ;-;), he enjoys watching streams recorded by other people.

NOW ABOUT RATIO

Ratio isn't related to Apollinare, however, he also admires her, although her theme includes not only space(but mainly). She has a cute, cartoonish, soulful vibes, like in "Bee and Puppycat." (She even speaks like PC when she is wearing a helmet)

In the mentioned art, Sayu was drawn as a cute detail, Ratio herself is not close to any EDM megastars(she afraid of them all), nevertheless, these two like to chatting online sometimes (this is the one and only method of communication that does not make Ratio panic)

Ratio also chatting a bit with Eloni, Eve(suprisingly huh???) and Tatiana (Ratio chatting with Tati more about business things or asking for help//advice)

I HOPE I ANSWERED EVERYTHING CLEARLY AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR SO MANY QUESTIONS, I'M OVERWHELMED IN A GOOD WAY AHAHAHAHAHAH *Dead*