#song is “but never a key” by dirt poor robins

[xylo-art]

So... I never really ended up finishing this. But, I didn't want to hold onto it and let it rot in my drafts! :'D so, here you go! I hope you enjoy!

[howlsnteeth]

Oh no, That’s the path that you chose, A true hedonist indeed.

[unfairlyfallen]

This is probably my favorite of the Elias cosplay videos I have done so far, I believe that the 'weird little freak' energy is present and accounted for. 👁️

The suit is my formal wear/institute fund raising event outfit for him.

(Song: 'But Never a Key' by Dirt Poor Robins)

[dreamsteddie]

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Written for the @stmarchmm day one prompt “courting rituals” | Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Courting Rituals, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington - Also on Ao3

Bat divider -@popmilky | Diamond divider - @inklore

Eddie knows he doesn’t have much going for him in terms of mating material.

Despite presenting as an Alpha early at age twelve, something that should have given him some kind of status in a town like Hawkins, there’s always been something about him that makes people turn their noses up at him, close doors in his face. He’s kind of wishy-washy when it comes to the things he’s not passionate about, he smells like wet pavement and cigarette smoke, and can’t for the life of him seem to graduate high school.

He also can’t grow a beard, can’t remember to separate the darks from the lights, can’t tie his shoes without using the bunny ears method, can’t hop in place and rub his tummy, can’t- 

Well the point is, there are a lot of “can’t”s in his life and never a whole lot of “can”s

The one thing Eddie can do without a shadow of a doubt is pursue delusions of grandeur with a single-minded determination. No matter how hard this shit-hole town and all its designation-obsessed inhabitants have tried to beat him into the dirt over the years, he’s never let go of his dreams. Some day, he’s going to play songs for the entire goddamn planet, making millions of dollars off lyrics inspired by all the games and books that have gotten his head shoved in the Hawkin’s High toilets over the years, and Mayor Kline will have to give him a key to the city while Eddie Munson, town freak, gives him the middle finger.

And, if all the stars align and the Big Guy upstairs he doesn’t believe in does him several solids, he’ll be doing it with Steve Harrington standing by his side.

The guys think he’s crazy—Eddie thinks he’s crazy—but Eddie is determined to give his all into courting Steve Harrington before their shared senior year ends. He’s, by and large, the most eligible Omega in all of Hawkins, even with his recent breakup with Nancy Wheeler under his belt. No amount of ditching the popular crowd, adopting a bunch of children, and becoming best friends with band geek Robin Buckley has been enough to deter the Alphas of Hawkins High, even if some of them won’t admit it.

Eddie takes great pleasure in watching every failed courting offer. Steve has always been picky about who he lets take him out, but he hasn’t taken up a single Alpha’s offer since Nancy and the rejections are getting more brutal by the day. Eddie suspects it’s Robin’s influence and if that is the case he needs to thank her profusely because Eddie goes a little weak in the knees every time he sees Steve literally turn up his perfect nose at an offer.

So, the odds aren’t looking good. Steve is picky and Eddie is famously a poor, nobody freak, not the kind of guy with the resources to properly woo a guy like Steve, but what Eddie does have is a lot of passion and a strong desire to prove himself. 

So Eddie has a capital P Plan.

“Hey Buckley,” Eddie says sliding up to the girl where she’s packing up at the bleachers after practice. She gives him a scrutinizing look and clearly finds him lacking, squinting her eyes at him like he’s a little bug landed on her shoulder. Irritating and suspicious. Which, rude. “I was wondering if a fine lady like yourself would happen to know what one Steve Harrington might be hoping for in a courting” Robin clearly wasn’t expecting him to come right out and ask, her blue eyes going wide.

“What the fuck, Munson!” She crows, clearly embarrassed by his lack of tact.

“What!?” He fires back, not understanding what the big deal is. He wants to court Steve and Robin is the best source of information on how to go about it.

“You can’t just ask that, you doofus,” she hisses, lavender scent going smokey like brush fire.

“Why not? I want to court him, like, publicly. Everyone’s gonna know in a couple weeks anyway. Shouldn’t you be glad you’re the first to know?” He huffs. He knows it’s not exactly the done thing to go around telling people you’re going to court someone. You’re supposed to be delicate. Hint at it and build up little courting gifts and don’t look anyone in the eye. It’s dumb as hell and Eddie wants no part of it. Besides, so far as Eddie has seen, that method hasn’t worked on Steve anyway. Eddie may as well go about this in his own way, which includes getting insider information.

Still clearly not impressed, Robin says “You? You want to court Steve? Resident anti-conformist, jock-hating, Eddie Munson wants to court Steve Harrington. Why?” Her tone is clearly disbelieving, which, again, rude.

“Uh, I mean, have you seen him with those kids? He’s wicked hot with that whole mom thing he’s got going on.” At that, Robin gags. “And, I mean, I know he’s a jock but he’s also an Omega and he pretty much said fuck it to Hawkin’s High when he presented and refused to give up his position as captain. That was super fucking metal,” he says all earnest.

“And I like the way he smells, like a fresh cinnamon roll. And we shared an English class once and he asked me about the doodle of a Beholder I worked on instead of taking notes. And I know I’m not exactly a prime Alpha but I don’t think that really matters. At least not to me. I want to kiss him and make sweet love to him and have babies with him and -” Robin cuts him off with a hand over his mouth.

“Ok, I get it. You like him.” She says that, but she’s still looking at him like she can’t figure him out. “Alright…I don’t know if I like you Eddie but I’ll throw you a bone. Just one, got it? And if you fuck it up, I’m not helping you again.” She says, waiting for him to nod before removing her hand from his mouth.

Eddie takes a deep, overdramatic breath in like he’s just breached water. “Got it.”

Robin takes a deep breath of her own. “Steve’s been propositioned for courting 19 times since he presented and he’s only said yes to one. One-off dates not included.” She hasn’t stopped looking him straight in the eye, making sure he pays attention. “Nancy gave him a set of handwritten notes for history because she noticed he was struggling. All the other Alphas got him fancy jewelry, useless house stuff, and generic valentine's day crap.” With that, she gives him one last, long look before grabbing her trumpet and leaving, the sound of metal clanging under her feet following in her wake.

“Thanks, Buckey!” He calls out, waving his hand wildly at her retreating back. She ignores him.

Well, no matter. He’s got a courting to plan.

The thing about courting when you have $3.45 to your name after rent and gas is that you have to get creative. Which isn’t a problem, Eddie breathes creativity. If he wasn't already “The Freak” he’s sure he would be Eddie “The Creative” Munson. Really, it has a nice ring to it.

The problem comes with making something with $3.45 that is also a worthy courting gift for Steve Harrington. Which, given Robin’s tip, might not be as big a concern as he would have thought. But even if Steve would be happy with a heartfelt love letter and those peanut butter brownies Eddie knows he likes, there’s a part of him that wants to blow every other Alpha and Beta that came before him completely out of the water. Maybe especially Nancy Wheeler.

Sue him, he wants to be the best.

Which leaves him with the option of a gesture. Eddie loves a gesture, but this one is going to require some help. Luckily, Eddie knows where every gang of geeks in Hawkin’s makes their dens, even if they’re not his gang of geeks. It comes with being Head Freak. It’s his responsibility, really.

Which is how he finds himself in the Hawkins Middle AV club room being stared down by a bunch of beady-eyed thirteen year olds on the verge of presenting. Jesus, these kids are intense.

“So yeah, that’s what I’m planning,” he finishes explaining. Would it kill them to look a little impressed? He’s pretty proud of it himself. Instead of sharing looks of awe, the six of them share looks of judgement between them, obviously having a silent conversation between them like some kind of hive mind. Eddie will never admit it makes him sweat a little bit.

“You want to ask to court Steve. Steve Harrington?” the tall, skinny one asks like he can’t believe it. Eddie doesn’t know if the disgust is for him or for the Omega. Either way, ouch.

“Yes,” he replies, sweating a little more. They all share more looks, the redhead in particular is looking at him like he’s gum stuck on the bottom of her shoes. 

“Why?” The curly one asks, firm and more seriously than any kid that dorky looking should have any right to speak. Seriously, he looks like a poodle in a Star Wars shirt and a trucker hat. But, Eddie knows enough about Steve to know that these are his kids, his pups, and despite how much it chafes him to have people continually asking why he wants to court Steve, like it isn’t obvious, he knows these pups are just looking out for their pack Omega.

With a deep sigh, Eddie explains for the second time in less than a week, everything he loves about Steve Harrington. At the end of his speech, the pups stare at him for a long moment before simultaneously turning their back on him to form an honest to God huddle. Seriously, the hive mind thing is looking more and more likely. Maybe he should use this for a campaign. Very Children of the Corn.

While Eddie is lost in his musing, they seem to come to some kind of conclusion, breaking up and returning to one solid, unbreakable line. It’s the other girl, hair short and at that awkward growing out length that Eddie knows all too well that steps forward. All these kids are intense, but there’s something especially severe about her, something Eddie only half recognizes.

“We will help you,” she says, quiet and solemn. 

This is going to fucking fantastic, Eddie thinks, wild grin splitting across his face.

It’s embarrassingly easy to sneak a band of six middle schoolers and one elementary schooler into the school after hours. The kids met him outside the building just at exactly 4:00 PM the Friday after their meeting in the AV room just as they planned. The addition of the feisty ten year old was unexpected, but she proved herself invaluable in charming the one teacher that stopped them on their way to the radio room, spinning some tale about being so excited for higher learning that they wanted to explore the high school. Eddie thinks Erica Sinclair should run the world.

The kids are a well oiled, if slightly annoying, machine. As soon as Eddie pops the door open they’re getting to work figuring out how the PA system works and how long the range is. Dustin and Lucas insist that they move the entire unit closer to the field, and Max and Will are quick to source a cart for the whole thing. In record time they’re all piling into the coaches office, the one with a clear view of the basketball court where the team is running their Friday drills. Honestly, it feels a little like they’re highjacking Eddie’s plan, but the smiles on their face and their puppy sweet excitement softens the blow a little.

“You ready?” The curly haired one, Dustin, asks while offering him the mic.

“I was born for this, Dusty,” he says, snatching the mic out of his hand and taking his place outside the main gym doors.

Despite what he said, Eddie is nervous. He shakes his hands and bounces in place, trying to shake it off. Before he’s ready, he hears the slightly crackly jazzy intro pouring through the speakers. He counts his beats, waiting for his que. He spent hours planning this, recording the background music with the band, turning the lyrics over and over in his head, even practicing his grand entrance. He’s as ready as he can be.

God, he hopes this works.

And there’s his que, that little pause in the music just enough time for him to push open the doors to the main gym with all his strength, relishing in the dramatic banging sound.

All eyes are on him. Steve’s eyes are on him.

You're just too good to be true,

Can't take my eyes off of you,

He sings as he walks. All the activity in the gym has come to a halt, everyone too confused and curious to stop it. He’s looking right at Steve, who turns his head like he’s expecting to see someone else behind him. He’s so cute, Eddie wants to eat him alive.

At long last love has arrived,

And I thank God I'm alive,

You're just too good to be true

Eddie knows he doesn’t have a lot of time, any moment now principle Higgins and his one security lackey are going to bust through the doors to find out who stole the announcement equipment. This is the moment, the one that needs to count. Eddie saunters right up to Steve like his heart isn’t trying to beat out of his chest and kneels down like a knight to their king. He takes his hand, and Steve lets him as he sings the next line looking right up into those beautiful hazel eyes.

Can't take my eyes off of you.

He turns the hand in his own over to expose the Omega’s wrist just as the music pauses and presses a soft, lingering kiss to the gland there. A courting kiss.

Almost like he planned it, the doors burst open a second time revealing the fuming face of Principle Higgins and his goon. He turns a manic grin Steve’s way just as the music picks back up, cutting straight to the chorus. He presses one last kiss to Steve’s wrist and takes in the way his pretty, pink lips are parted in disbelief, eyes wide and then he’s running.

I love you baby,

And if it's quite alright,

I need you baby,

To warm the lonely nights

Let it never be said that Eddie Munson, for all the ways he fails to be the ideal Alpha, doesn’t have a hell of a lot of stamina. He’s been a proud runner all his life, and he’s using it to his advantage today to put on a show. He’s singing and he’s running as Higgins and Officer Jerry chase his tail like they have any hope of catching him when he doesn’t want to be caught, when he can see the most beautiful boy in the world laughing at him in disbelief as he ducks and dodges around the court.

But even Eddie has his limits and, like he said, he planned this to a T. He can feel himself running out of breath but he refuses to call it before the climax. He’s stomping his way up the bleachers, making a show of going between the rows dancing like he’s in an old hollywood musical. Higgin’s is closing in, but there’s now way he’s getting caught. Not today. He puts in a burst of speed, leaving them in the dust and putting himself right at the top of the wooden stands, singing directly to Steve who is absolutely glowing on the court.

And let me love you,

Baby let me love you…

The music gives one last swell, the Corroded Coffin of two days ago pouring their heart out for the Eddie of today. The music comes to an abrupt halt, the gym very quickly filling with laughter and applause. The kids are screaming their heads off in the office, loud enough to draw Steve’s attention to where they can be seen through the large window. The joy and disbelief on Steve’s face makes all of this worth it, no matter what happens next.

Eddie wishes he could relish in it longer, but the goon squad is gaining ground fast and he has one last message to give before he hauls ass into the next phase of his plan. He starts inching his way toward the exit, not taking his eyes off Steve as he goes. He needs him to hear this.

“Steve Harrington, it would be the honor of my life to court you with the intention of mating. Meet me at the lake at seven if you’ll hear me out.” And with that, he’s gone. He wishes he could stay to see his reaction, but he’s out of time.

He pushes through the emergency exit to the sound of hollering and clapping, all he can do now is commence with phase two.

Phase two mainly consists of picking everything up from the trailer, changing into his nice clothes, and heading toward Lover’s Lake to set everything up.

Eddie thinks this is the most nerve wracking part of the whole plan. In many ways, the whole big performance was the easy part. Eddie loves to perform, eats up the attention like a cat laps up milk. This, the full bearing of his heart to the Omega he wants to spend his life with, is far scarier than anything else. Here in the back of his van, the paper hearts and pillar candles, hand-picked daisies and hand-made peanut butter brownies, leave him completely exposed.

He wonders if Steve will show up.

He wishes he didn’t set up so god damn early. The waiting is excruciating.

The Alpha paces around, adjusts the blankets on the bottom of the van and then decides they were better before, and checks his watch every half minute like it will make time move faster. He sits and watches the hands turn from 6:59 to 7:00. Maybe Steve won’t come. Maybe this was all for nothing and he’ll have to go back to school on Monday and pretend like he isn’t heartbroken.

His watch continues to tick. 7:03, 7:07, 7:10. He’s getting ready to pick it all back up when he hears the muffled sound of tires on soft dirt. Suddenly, his heart is in his throat as he watches the distinct headlights of his favorite Beamer turn into the clearing.

Eddie scrambles to his feet, he has a plan to carry out.

He watches, heart in his throat as Steve parks. Watches as the door opens and Steve emerges, a sweet, sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry I’m late.” Steve looks like a dream. He clearly went home and had a shower and a change of clothes. He’s wearing light wash jeans that hug his thighs and a soft looking, deep red sweater, the collar of a white dress shirt peeking out from underneath. He’s dressed up for Eddie.

There’s a long pause where Eddie forgets how to speak and Steve just stands there, clearly waiting for Eddie to make a move. Eddie comes back to himself all at one, shaking his head hard like a dog, making Steve let out a startled laugh. “What the hell?” He asks, not mean, but bemused. 

“My deepest apologies my liege, I was simply stunned by your beauty,” he says with a half bow, extending his arm for Steve to take. “It is my pleasure to welcome you to Cafe Munson, the finest pop up restaurant this side of Indiana.” It’s goofy and a little ridiculous but Steve takes the offered arm with a little smile, sending a pleasant jolt through his body. 

Eddie leads Steve toward the open back of the van, watching him intently as he takes it in. He gets to see as the Omega’s eyes go wide, mouth parting in a little gasp. When he turns to look at Eddie, he’s already looking back. “You did this for me?” He asks, wonder coloring his voice. All of a sudden Eddie feels a little shy, a little sheepish.

“I know it’s not much, I’m not exactly liquid at the moment, but I wanted to do something nice for you,” he says, unoccupied arm reaching up to tug a piece of hair over his mouth. Steve looks at him for a long moment before turning back to the van. There are blankets everywhere, pretty much every one from the house plus a couple he nicked from Gareth’s house after practice. The emergency pillar lights from the pantry give the space a soft glow, paper hearts hang from string from the metal roof, and a repurposed laundry basket full of tupperwares and miller lites sits in the center.

“It’s perfect” Steve says, and Eddie can’t help but believe him. Not when his scent is blooming, cinnamon roll sweet, right under Eddie’s nose.

Eddie leads him to the van, gives him his hand to help him into the back. He takes a moment to take it all in, Steve Harrington settling into a date with Eddie Munson. It’s his biggest dream come true. 

He climbs in after the other boy and starts pulling out tupperwares. Steve has settled in to lean on the wall of pillows Eddie constructed for just this reason, pulling a blanket over the both of them when Eddie settles in next to him. Steve laughs with every overly dramatic introduction he makes for the food, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever been this warm. Neither of them brings up why they’re here, the underlying meaning behind it all. They dance around it, laughing about the kids, Steve’s sports and Eddie’s games, the look on Principle Higgin’s face when he burst into the gym earlier that day. The whole place smells like cinnamon and smoke, Eddie doesn’t think there’s a better smell in the whole world.

They don’t say a thing about courting or mating or scents until they polish off their cold pasta, courtesy of Wayne, and Eddie pulls out the last tupperware from the bottom of the laundry basket. “And for dessert, may I have a drumroll please….” Steve rolls his eyes but smiles as he complies, drumming a little beat with fingers on the side of the van. Eddie pulls out the container with a flourish, “The finest peanut butter brownies $3.15 worth of ingredients from Melvald’s can get you.” He expects laughter, maybe some light teasing as Steve has been shown to enjoy throughout the night, but all he gets is silence. 

He worries, for a moment, that he got it wrong. Maybe Steve doesn’t like peanut butter brownies. Jesus H Christ, maybe he’s allergic to peanuts and Eddie has just massively fucked this up. He’s getting ready to spiral and try to fix it when Steve speaks, voice soft in a way Eddie can’t place.

“Those are my favorites,” he says. When Eddie is brave enough to look at his face again, he’s met with wet, adoring eyes. Eddie doesn't know if anyone has ever looked at him like that before. Like he was something magical. Something special just for them.

Eddie clears his throat when Steve doesn’t say anything else. Just keeps staring at him like he’s waiting for something big. “Yeah, yeah I know,” he says, bracing himself for what comes next. “I uh, I saw you buy some at the club fair last year. You bought three of them and then came back for one more before they closed the booth.” It shouldn’t be such a big admission, but it feels like he’s just handed Steve his heart on a silver platter.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, turning toward him fully.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, sitting up so they’re eye to eye.

“What you said, on the basketball court, will you ask me again?” He’s looking at him with so much hope in his eyes, Eddie almost feels like he could choke on it. Instead, he focuses in on the perfect scent of the man next to him, breathes steadily in and out.

“It would be the honor of my life to court you with the intention of mating, Steve Harrington.” As he says it, he reaches into his pocket for his last offering, his hail mary pass, his death saving throw. It’s a silly thing, cost his last 30 cents at the stationary store, but he was listening to Robin on those bleachers that day. Knows that the gesture and the picnic are all well and good, but what Steve has been missing with all those other Alphas is someone who notices the small details and holds them close. Someone who cares about his C+ in History, someone who knows his favorite brownies are swirled with peanut butter.

Someone who notices that he lost his eraser last week and has been meaning to pick up a new one.

Eddie holds out his heart one last time, it’s shaped like a 30 cent eraser. White and covered with a paper band. The best one on the market.

Steve stares at the little eraser like it contains the answers to the universe, and then he’s plucking it, oh so gently, out of his hands and cradling it in his own. Eddie waits, the ball is completely in Steve’s court now, Eddie has played all his cards.

Suddenly, Steve scent starts to bloom, even more than it did when he first saw the van. The smell of sugar, cinnamon, and yeast so strong it makes Eddie feel light headed. Eddie gets a glimpse of the most beautiful smile in the world just before Steve is throwing his arm around his neck, nudging his way into his lap to notch his head right at Eddie’s scent gland. Eddie’s arms instinctually wrap around his back, keeping him close.

“Yes,” Steve says, the sound of it muffled by the soft skin of Eddie’s neck. Eddie squeezes him tight, knows he needs to ask, just to make sure but worried he’s hallucinating. Scared to believe he’s getting everything he’s ever wanted.

“Yes?” He asks, lips trembling where they’ve found their own place at Steve’s neck, wanting to be as close as possible, just in case.

“Yes.” And Steve is pulling back, which Eddie hates, and cupping his face in is hands. “It would be the honor of my life to accept your courting offer, Eddie Munson,” he says, sure and steady and full to the brim of hope.

“Holy shit.” Eddie can’t believe this is happening. Despite all the planing and the performing and the putting his heart on the line he never actually let himself think that this would happen. Never let himself think about how it would end.

Without much though Eddie barrels forward to bury his head back into the Omega’s neck, his Omega’s neck, peppering him with fervent little kisses until Steve is giggling so hard he tips them over into the pile of pillows behind him. Eddie is full to the brim with joy, happier than he’s ever been and all of a sudden he needs to move. Needs to let the whole world know what he’s got in the palm of his hands.

He jolts up with one last kiss to Steve’s cheek, managing a quick “be right back!” before he launching himself out of the van. He hears Steve calling out in confusion, but it quickly turns into more joyous laughter as Eddie steps out of the van and starts jumping in place, punching the air and whooping into the night sky.

“Fuck you Hawkins! I’m courting Steve Harrington! I’m on top of the God Damn world!” He gets in one last double bird in the general direction of Main Street before Steve is calling him back in.

“Ok, you’ve had your moment. Now get your ass back in here and kiss me for real, you dumb Alpha,” he says, laughter still caught in his throat. And really? Who is Eddie do deny a request like that?

So excited for MMM, guys! I won't be doing every day, but I will be doing at lest a couple of full one shots and some of my normal ramblings. (Also, this is the longest thing I've ever written that wasn't an academic paper and I am low key very proud of myself)

[theeliascosplayguy]

(Secondary account repost)

The second of my two Elias formal wear cosplay videos from today.

I'm happy with how this one came out. I feel that the weird manic energy was adequately represented.

(Song: 'But Never a Key' by Dirt Poor Robins)

👁️

[lllunarair]

heyyyaaa do you still open for the playlist request? (winks) I want ro req for Fortress Maximus IDW please if you willing!! your playlist were amazing, so I want to see Fort Max's in your choice of songs!!

a transformers playlist.

thank you and of course!! idw! fortress maximus my beloved. may also contain tiny tiny tiny hints to the marvel continuity because why not.

works perfectly as a playlist to slam your head against a wall to.

i would also like to give a special thanks to overlord. making this playlist would've been impossible without his precious help.

☁️ — tracklist under the cut!

FORTRESS MAXIMUS

(20 songs, 1h18)

• c:\projects\cjost\beatdeath — bad omens

• but never a key (deluxe edition) — dirt poor robins

• the contract — twenty one pilots

• the inversion — joywave

• the hand that feeds — nine inch nails

• cage — dear sherlock

• overflow — linkin park

• the red — chevelle

• i appear missing — queens of the stone age

• bloody shirt (bastille remix) — to kill a king

• human contact — the howl & the hum

• nightmares & flare guns — seb adams

• the vampyre of time and memory — queens of the stone age

• gods — nothing but thieves

• jigsaw falling into place — radiohead

• last night i watched myself sleep and i saw things that i wish i could forget — aurora view

• fortune teller — the messenger birds

• trouble's coming — royal blood

• the darker the weather // the better the man — missio

• how to disappear completely — radiohead

[xxhumanmonsterxx]

I bring song recs :> Mad IQs - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME Neither Here Nor There - Eleisha Eagle But Never a Key - Dirt Poor Robins One Foot in the Grave - Shayfer James Look Away - The Dear Hunter

7/10, good. instruments felt a bit lacking at first but it grew on me

9/10, reminded me of fiona apple's vocals

10/10, the instruments were really good

10/10, can't go wrong with shayfer james

10/10, made me think of bearghost

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Hello again!

I've been making a TNV playlist of my own and over time I've gathered quite a few songs that I think fit the little silly quite well, and I'd like to share (and I'm pretty sure these arem't in your playlist)

First of all, a lot of songs by Dirt Poor Robins: Komm Jesu; Maximilian Von Spee; Furthest Star; It Tore Your Heart Out; But Never A Key (Deluxe Edition); Enchanté; Welcome to Lady Hell

And a few others: Curses (by The Crane Wives); Microwave (by Ricky Jamaraz); Disco! in the Panic Room (by Bug Hunter); A Happy Jam (by Fries On The Side); Sick On Seventh Street (by Sarah and the Safe Word)

Boy I sure hope none of these were already in the playlist that sure would be embarrasing

Anyway, can't wait to find out how Leo's habits in the prison dimention affect his life back at home, I'm sure it will crush me completely!

Have a good day!

OMG I gotta check these out!! I haven’t heard of any of these I’m excited!! Hehehe thank you so much! 🎶💞

And ya poor Leo is going to need a long, long while to readjust for sure

[lunarlillieuwu]

An Unserious summary of the themes of each song in Deadhorse Deluxe (Dirt Poor Robins)

I’m basically doing this for fun

———————————————————

All There Is - *Pessimist Voice* yeah we as humans are only capable of hurting each other, and we’ll never be anything other than that and one day we’re all gonna die and nobody will be there to remember us.

Wax Cylinder Sonata - LETS BUILD A ROBOT WOMANNNNN

Holiday - In our worst moments we must have hope of happier times, for it will keep us going even through hell itself.

Skywriter - When we don’t heal from our pain, we make decisions based on that pain, which will only makes things worse.

Stronger - Trauma does not make you weak, healing from trauma does not make you weak, you are stronger than those who hurt you.

Theodora - I can fix her

The Saints I - Being human sucks, I wish I was a robot and could help in the robot revolution that’s about to happen.

Scarecrows - Hey, uh, no? Don’t do that, being human isn’t a bad thing, and we can’t just switch to being robots because we’ve always been humans and changing like that is only gonna make things worse.

The Saints II - Oh fuck oh shit the system is breaking, we have to fix the system but my fuckass manager won’t accept that there’s a problem. I hate my job.

Thunderbird - The Devil rose from the ocean but Jesus turned into a bird (or something) and made the Devil go to sleep

It Tore Your Heart Out - OH, WHEN YOU DIDN’T UNDERSTAAND WHY THE BEAT HAD STAAAAARRRTEEEEDD IT TORE YOUR HEAAART OUUUUTTT

Those Who Sojourn - Bro I had the craziest fucking dream, do you wanna build Caer Ys?

But Never A Key - You are trapped, my friend. And you will remain trapped so long as you see your cage as protection from the world outside.

Kings and Queens - What if we made a really really cool city, wouldn’t that be super fucking cool (Caer Ys)

No Land Beyond - If you don’t know why the bell tolls, you’ll only hear the chime. If you don’t know the language spoken, you’ll only hear the rhyme.

[grimvestige]

shuffle your On Repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people

Thank you for the tag @echo-the-ghost!!!! Time to find...where my On Repeat playlist is... not me just searching for it instead 💀

Don't Forget - Toby Fox, Laura Shigihara

Worst in Me - Unlike Pluto

All That You Are (From "Lost Ember") - Solid Audioworks

Despicable - grandson

UP TO SNUFF! (I'm on Fire) - atsuover

MEGALOVANIA PHONK - Nueki, Tochonov

Toxic - Britney Spears

Tonight Is The Night I Die - Palaye Royale

Shadow Moses - Choir Noir

But Never a Key - Dirt Poor Robins

Oh like, almost all of these are from D&D OC playlists WHOOPS ^^; Most of them are Tiarnan or the toxic Tiarnan & Corrupted Moirin playlist, though there are a few songs from my work playlist, Killian's playlist, and like, one song from my Kasai campaign playlist.

tagging: @theitalianmafia, @emmettkane, @kingxxlink, @trucbiduleschouettes, @jesterdraws99-blog, @solarflame33, @dudebe-nice, @grand-theftautumn, @ninjasylveon, @eldritch-goth !! And anyone else who wants to join, feel free to still tag me if you want <3

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

Me: I like a HEAVY song! Also, you have to make it at LEAST four minutes long!

*Dirt Poor Robins - But Never a Key*

Me: wait no not like that

*Cavetown - I Promise I'm Trying*

Me: I didn't mean it like that stop it

*cosMo - The End of Hatsune Miku*

Me: *crying* please stop it

*Kikuo - Don't look at me in that way*

Me: *discorporates with an explosion of blood and tears*

*Will Wood - Euthanasia*

Me: *from the void* FUCK OFF

[whispersleo]

Your Lucanis/Illario fics have made me rabid. I thank you very much <3

I came across a song from Spotify that I really liked for this pairing and maybe you'll be like it too?

But Never a Key by Dirt Poor Robins

It makes me very happy you like them! 🙇🏽💜💜💜

I just heard the song and it's so GREAT for them, ugh. I have no choice but to write more now!

[hezuart]

Do you have a Mono playlist?

Well I already made a playlist for Mono & Seven. It was mostly meant for them in regards to my Channel Change AU..... but I added some things that are Mono centric, canon or not:

I explain the other half of the songs in the post linked above, but here's to the additions:

On Melancholy Hill (Gorillaz) - Looking at another dream. You can't get what you want, but you can have each other. Setting out to sea. Melancholic. Plastic trees resembling perhaps feeling as though its all fake.

Babylon (Dirt Poor Robins) - A tale of a man who builds the tallest tower with an impervious plan. Ascending and watching all the land. Bragging about his accomplishments, but running out of air. The tower is his tomb. Woe and gloom.

Part of the Madness (Rebecca Sugar) - Hearing laughter and screams echoing faintly in your mind. Reminiscence of normalcy. Relief, but questioning, in the face of being ordinary. Knowing there's chaos elsewhere while you stand and watch.

Run Boy Run (Woodkid) - Fleeing from a world not meant for you. People trying to catch you. One day you'll grow up, but for now you are young and must flee when you are powerless.

Falling Inside the Black (Skillet) - Dreaming of the way things used to be. Having a connection with someone. That someone leaving you in some way. Begging to not be alone. Falling into darkness.

Skyscraper (Demi Lovato) - Rainy skies. Silent endings. Nothing left of you. Torn apart. But standing back up with confidence and resolve. Untangling oneself from a mess of another person.

Mountains (Message to Bears) - Running away into the night, always could have. Maybe never could have.

Mad World Cover (Gary Jules, Michael Andrews) - Familiar faces and worn out places. Going nowhere. Drowning sorrow. No tomorrow. Going to school but they look right through you. Dreams in which you're dying are the best you've ever had. Running in circles like a time loop, a very very mad world.

The Lighthouse's Tale (Nickel Creek) - A tragic tale of a by-standing light house. It watched one of its keepers perish in a storm and the other took their life to join her. Empty and worn, unable to do anything but exist... surrounded by roiling waves and winds, it still stands. Warning sailors on their way. Forlorn. Unable to change fate. Standing as the winds remind of what has been and what can never be.

Gasoline (Halsey) - Been insane, been in pain. This isn't a dream. Part of the machine. Not human. Living on a screen. A face made up. Lighting matches. Pointing fingers. Voices in your head. Heart of gold, but hands are cold.

Viva La Vida (Coldplay) - Used to rule the world. Now you sweep the streets you used to own. One minute holding the key, but then the walls closed. When you left, honesty had perished. Just a puppet on a lonely string, never wanting to be king. Knowing salvation won't come for you.

What Could Have Been (Sting, Ray Chen) - A monster you created. Needing to kill a part of you still stuck on those that abandoning you. Once you had everything, now you have pieces. Wanting revenge. Dreaming of what could have been.

Still Kids (Virtual Riot, YOSIE) - Turning in circles. Losing one's head. Longing to be someone you can't be. Nothing left to lose. Running wild. Ticking clocks. Time moving onwards. An unknown world. Kids refusing to grow old or do what they're told.

Dust it Off (The Do) - Dreaming.  "An anthem of courage to take action and start fresh, even when the past may be filled with mistakes and sorrows." Burning papers into ashes. Find instructions within the bottle of amnesia for salvation or oblivion. Don't look back, since it has all happened before. One day a miracle will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done.

Bring Me Home (Jaron) - Being home. Beside someone important. Finally finding someone you've been looking for after all this time.

Don't Look Back (Kotomi, Ryan Elder) - You tried your best, but now you must rest. Following someone, even as a force pulls you down. Leaving shadows in the past. You'll never get back tomorrow. Wake from the dream. Kept in the dark, betrayed and left with marks. You are a force and won't be dragged down. You won't follow them any more. Let it all go.

King (Lauren Aquilina) - Forgetting what you have within your solitude. Losing your mind within the sound. Young blood set free. Method to the madness, illogic in the sadness. Put your faults to bed. Be rid of the monsters. Regain control. Reclaim your crown and be king again.

Sleepsong (Bastille) - Don't talk to strangers and the dangers they bring. Scared of being alone. Alone with your thoughts. The waking world slowly coming undone, as are you.

Nothing and Everything (Red) - Enemy, familiar friend, your beginning and your end. Broken truth, whispering lies. Wanting the pain to end. A war coursing within your veins. It's breaking you.

Iridescent (Linkin Park) - Standing in the wake of devastation. Waiting on the edge of the unknown. Impossibly alone. Cold and lost. Failure is all you've known. No one there to catch you. Remember all the sadness and frustration. Let it go.

Dust in the Wind (Kansas) - Dreams passing. Same old repeating song. A drop of water in an endless sea. Nothing lasts forever. Disappear with the wind.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Lorde)- No turning back from your choices. Even when you sleep they'll find you. Turn your back on mother nature. Everyone wants to rule the world. Your own design, your own remorse. Nothing ever lasts forever. Make the most of freedom. A room where the light won't find you. Holding hands while the walls tumble down. They'll be beside you. So glad you almost made it.

Blood // Water (grandson) - Sacrifices, corrupt systems, the price of greed, poisoned.

Ilomilo (Billie Eilish) - Lying to appease one's worry. Disappearing. Not wanting to be lonely. Can't lose another life. A blurry world, but maybe you're losing sight. Burying friends. If they die, it's not by mistake. Tried not to upset them. Just wanting to protect them, but you'll never get to.

American Dream (Mia Vaile) - Prospect of the rich and famous while others are slowly dying. One less day one less dollar. Where do we go from here? Why don't we all just disappear? Dreams are taller than they should be. Wanting a dream that is now a spoon fed lie.

Bernadette (IAMX) - Two in a playhouse. Memories bring no joy or peace. Alone and all we need. Nowhere to run. Fortunes won by those with power. Tuning out the poison of the world. Family and friends becoming ghosts. Someone being liberty, a key, love and regret and changed history.

Bones (Imagine Dragons) - Living thousands of lives. Never gonna get out alive. Staring at one's reflection. Patience waning. Is this entertaining? Losing control. Magic in your bones. Playing with dynamite. No gray in black and white. Seeing the vultures circling. Burning in flames. Tossing and turning when you sleep. Turning pages of your life inside the mirror of your mind. Walking the same path over and over. Leaving behind those who don't care. Picking up the pieces of yourself.

Cradles (Sub Urban) - Living in your own world of make-believe. Kids screaming profanities. Fire is spreading around the room, but you love it all as you lie to yourself, refusing to see reality and keeping your eyes closed. Tasting content. Hear children sing until the wick burns out. Your body grows skinny... your body no longer feels like your own. Tripping on daydreams. Repeating dirty lullabies. Rotting.

Innocence feat. Aquilo (Madeon) - Focused breathing. Forgiveness. No longer being a victim. Letting go. All that ever was and is, is nearly coming true. All you ever see and hear will all come crashing through. When you see that you're needed, you fall in the hands of innocence.

I Just Wanna Run (The Downtown Fiction) - Wanting to run, wanting to hide. Don't want to get caught or found out. Repeating your words. Sick of losing sleep over someone. Predicting one's move. Knowing someone better than they know themselves. Cheated and abused. Throw it away.

Every Day is Exactly the Same (Nine Inch Nails) - Repeating futures. Dreaming of once having a purpose. Used to have a voice, now you make no sound. No love here, no pain here. Their eyes are watching. You may lose yourself again. You don't remember how it started, but you know how it will end. You're still there, within. A little bit of you bleeding through. You wish things could have been different. But you don't know what else could have been done.

Adventure of a Lifetime (Coldplay) - We are legends. Turn your magic on. Under the pressure and weight, we are diamonds. They make you feel like you're alive again. In a dream that died by day. Holding up half the sky and proclaiming only you own you. One life left, one last adventure. Wanting to share it with them.

Legends Never Die (Against the Current) - The world is screaming your name. Legends never die, they become a part of you. Running into smoke when the fire is fierce. You bleed to reach greatness. Relentless you survive. Written in eternity, but you'll never see the price.

The Catalyst (Linkin Park) - Broken people living under loaded guns. Can't be outdone, outmatched, outrun. Memories in cold decay, transmissions echoing away. Far from the world of you and I, where oceans bleed into the sky. Lift you up and let you go.

New Divide (Linkin Park)- Black skies and lighting in your memory. Time began to blur. Fate had finally found you. Their voice was all you heard. Did you get what you deserved? Wash the memory clean. Distance in their eyes. Fill the hole, connect the space, find the truth, across the new divide. Abandoned memories, no where to hide, ashes falling like snow. The ground caved in between where we were standing. Within regrets, goodbyes, and lies was a mistake too great to hide. They said you got what you deserved. ~~~

[unfairlyfallen]

[A LIST OF SONGS FOR ELIAS BOUCHARD-]

Bezos I (Bo Burnham)

Love me Dead (Ludo)

Same Man I Was Before (Oingo Boingo)

Laplace's Angel (Willwood)

Kiss Me Son of God (They Might be Giants)

I Pushed the Button (Stephanie Mabey)

No One Lives Forever (Oingo Boingo)

Live Forever (Caravan of Thieves)

Things That I've Done (April Smith)

Body (MotherMother)

Evelyn (Kim Tillman & Silent Films)

Where We Belong (Shayfer James)

Calamity (Fish in a Birdcage)

Vicious (Halestorm)

She Doesn't Sleep (Anthony Amorim)

Evil Eye (Franz Ferdinand)

Neither Here Nor There (Eleisha Eagle)

Does the Swallow? (Cosmo Sheldrake)

Weight of the World (Shayfer James)

Digging Up Hatchets (Shayfer James)

It Tore Your Heart Out (Dirt Poor Robins)

But Never a Key (Dirt Poor Robins)

Rule #43 The Chosen (Fish in a Birdcage)

CHOKE (IDKHBTFM)

Lady Jesus (UPSAHL)

See No Evil (ThisWaytothe Egress)

Blood (MCR)

Boss (The Correspondents)

Oh No! (Marina)

You're Nobody til Somebody Wants You Dead (Saint Motel)

Could Have Been Worse (King MALA)

Money money money (Abba)

Every Britney Spears song, no I don't understand why.

Every Edith Piaf song, I understand exactly why.

[Elias and Jon (non/)-]

Answer (They Might be Giants)

None of Thee Above (Shayfer James)

Pain and Pleasure (Lilli Furfaro)

Soft Apocalypse (Charming Disaster)

Dixy Boy (April Smith)

Villain (Stephanie Mabey)

He's My Man (Luvcat)

[LonelyEyes-]

Lent (Autoheart)

Grifters (Charming Disaster)

Eleanor Rigby (Cody Fry cover)

Anybody Else (Dom Fera)

[OG Elias-]

Sometimes (Nick Lutsko)

Dropdead Gorgeous (April Smith)

Monster (Caravan of Thieves)

[Jonah Magnus-]

Crucified (Army of Lovers)

All the Dying (Mother Mother)

I'll add the playlist of these here as well:

[cloudbattrolls]

See this is before my plot even properly begins.

This is Grey Mob stuff. :)

The plot probably will too, though. I would love to say it won’t but you and a couple other people will probably want to throw hands with me at the end of Harbinger Part 1.

@raitrolling

Yeah, absolutely no one at crown clinic, especially him, is gonna like what Lard and I have planned.

[scatterpatter]

What’s dirt poor robins? Feel free to infodump

OKAY SO

Short answer: a band I found a few years ago that just- you ever have a band that somehow scratches that itch of your ideal music taste? Yeah. Yeah they're that for me. Got super into them, took a long break due to unrelated traumas, but then once I got back into them I had that "OH YEAH THIS SLAPS" reaction

I genuinely dont know how to describe their genre. Some albums are more indie/alt rock, some are more dark cabaret/steampunk, some are more space opera-esque, etc. I recommend just putting them on shuffle and go through a few albums if you wanna give them a try, just because if you dont like one album doesnt mean you wont like ALL their albums

Doesnt help that they dropped their latest album this year so man. Man. The brainworms. They're so real.

Good band to think of animatics to- ESPECIALLY with me and my fiance's Decopunk AU we've been working on

ME INFODUMPING ABOUT EACH ALBUM UNDER THE CUT

The Cage

This album introduced me to them! I found Great Vacation on one of those villain-inspired youtube playlists. This is probably their most "rock" album, before they started finding more of their niche in the more dark cabaret side of their later albums. A good intro album! Personal favorite songs: The Hollywood Song, Masquerade

The Last Days of Leviathan

Okay this is the album that REALLY starts getting into DPR's vibes- if you vibe with this one you'll probably vibe with most of their other albums. Very eldritch vibes Personal favorite songs: Leviathan, Sonnet to Science

The Raven Locks

This one's so cool because it tells a narrative story throughout that's super interesting to follow! This one has so many bangers omg. Definitely has range so goes from more stereotypical dark cabaret to more dark fantasy-esque- DEFINITELY keeping that eldritch vibe but with more of a steampunk kind of twist on it. Oh yeah also has my personal favorite rendition of Great Vacation! I greatly prefer Act 3 to Act 2 but still. Good stuff. Personal favorite songs: We Forgot We Were Human, Great Vacation, Wasteland, Take Him Away

Deadhorse

Oh mannnn. I don't know why but like. Space opera vibes. Some real good, like, high cinematic songs to really imagine your intense mental AMVs to. I genuinely don't know how to put these vibes into words but they really scratch a specific itch for me. Very "average person stumbles upon an Old World and all the mysteries around it, they go on a magical odyssey that completely changes them by the end" vibes and DONT ask how i got that bc I couldnt explain but trust me Personal favorite songs: Wax Cylinder Sonata, Skywriter, But Never A Key

Anthems to the Edge of the Earth

I dont have as much to say on this one bc its mostly remixes of some of their best tracks. That being said: REMIXES OF SOME OF THEIR BEST TRACKS, as well as introducing some new bangers! Highly recommend checking this one out, highest likelihood of finding at least one song you'll like here, unlike the other albums where you kinda have to have a niche taste to really like them Personal favorite songs: It Tore Your Heart Out, Anthem to the Edge of the Earth

Queen of the Night

Admittedly this one is my least favorite album, the definitely dips the furthest into Dark Cabaret and Vaudeville- so if you're more into that side of their music then this ones for you! That said, there's a few bangers that I always have on repeat so like. They dont have a single bad album imo. Personal favorite songs: Babylon, Enchante

Firebird

Their latest!!! This one's so good, kind of swings back into their more rock-related music, with a neat twist. Some songs carry a really cool vaporwave vibe that makes me almost nostalgic for music that feels older than it actually is. Like I feel I'd find this on a cassette tape despite the music not being anything like you'd find in the late 70s-80s. That being said their more dark fantasy and steampunk vibes are 100% on display here as well which Im ALWAYS here for Personal favorite songs: Political, Fever Dream, All at Once, To the Heights

In summary I just REALLY like this band!!! I say I'm mentally ill for them bc not only how much I listen to them but also, like, Im very aware that this is not "normal people" music taste. It's like- I want more people to get into them, but most of their tracks are very far from what youd see on mainstream radio, and if you dont like them then like... yeah you just wont like them. Kind of an acquired taste, not in an elitist way but in a "yeah this is a specific niche and if you like it then fuck yeah but if not then theres not much we could do"

If you're into more dark-steampunk, dark-cabaret vibes with plenty of orchestral rock and synth, I 100% recommend giving them a try.

But yeah the vibes of like half of these albums have inspired plot points of my dnd oc Corren, Ive thought of countless mental animatics to certain songs, and Firebird was a huge inspiration for Decopunk AU

I wish I was better at putting their vibes to words, theyre soooo... specific. They make me feel a very specific series of emotions that I cant quite put to words but I HOPE THIS HELPS EXPLAIN THEIR VIBES A BIT