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jaxademic · 6 years

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“It’s an Old Song” | A Playlist for ENG 1131 | PLAY

A Song for (almost) Every Text We’ll Read

Hades and Persephone (Hades POV)

o2. “Love Crime” – Siouxsie Sioux & Brian Reitzell

Hades and Persephone (Persephone POV)

o3. “Sympathy For the Devil” – The Rolling Stones

Hercules and Devil!Hades

Please allow me to introduce myself | I'm a man of wealth and taste | I've been around for a long, long year | Stole many a man's soul and faith

o4. “To Pluto’s Moon” – My Brightest Diamond

“Orpheus and Eurydice”

How I tried to catch you while you ran ahead of me | I lassoed mars to see if you were hiding there | But you'd already ran past Jupiter to Pluto's moon | And my rope won't reach that moon | This is a state of electrical shock | You were so beautiful I thought you'd last forever | But you came and you went when the lights went out | You went like you came: In a lightning bolt

o5. “Road to Hell” – Anais Mitchell

Hadestown

o6. “Roxanne” – The Police

Moulin Rouge!

o7. “Haunting” – Halsey

“Cupid and Psyche”

o8. “The Beast” – Austra

“Beauty and the Beast”

The morning that I was born again | I was made into a beast | Am I free now, am I at peace? | Is that the ground below me, or your feet?

o9. “Prologue” – Howard Ashman and Alan Menken

Disney’s Beauty and the Beast

Instrumental

1o. “Become the Beast” - Karliene

“The Tiger’s Bride”

11. “Hallelujah” – Jeff Buckley

Shrek

12. “Marry Me” – Emilie Autumn

“Bluebeard”

Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then | Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when | I was in his bed, and my father had sold me | I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do | And when I'm beheaded at least I was wedded | And when I am buried at least I was married | I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior | But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear | What beautiful dresses and hair | I'm lucky to share his bed | Especially since I'll soon be dead

13. “Where the Wild Roses Grow” – Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

“The Bloody Chamber”

14. “O Death” – Jen Titus

“A Lady’s Hands Are Cold”

15. “Love the Way You Lie” – Skylar Grey

Jane Eyre

16. “Crazy in Love (2014 Remix)” - Beyoncé

Wide Sargasso Sea

17. “Little Red Riding Hood” – Sam the Sham and Pharaohs

“Little Red Riding Hood” + variants

18. “Howl” – Florence and the Machine

“The Company of Wolves”

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress | Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest | The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound | I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground | And howl | Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers | Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters | A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night | May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

19. “Lullaby” – The Cure

“Our Neighbor’s House”

On candy stripe legs | The Spiderman comes | Softly through the shadow of the evening sun | Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead | Looking for a victim shivering in bed

2o. “Werewolf” – Cat Power

“The Werewolf”

I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying | Cryin' “nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows | How I loved the man, as I teared off his clothes” | Cryin' “nobody, no, nobody knows my pain | When I see that it's risen, that full moon again” | For the werewolf, for the werewolf have sympathy | For the werewolf, somebody like you and me

21. “In the Woods Somewhere” – Hozier

“Margot’s Room”

22. “Lullaby For Cain” – Sinead O’Connor

“His Face All Red”

23. “Hedwig’s Theme” – John Williams

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Instrumental

24. “Two Men in Love” – The Irrepressibles

The Shoebox Project

25. BONUS: “Science Fiction/Double Feature”

King Kong/The Creature From the Black Lagoon

26. “The Mob Song” – Richard White and Cast

King Kong

27. “Jaws Theme” – John Williams

The Creature From the Black Lagoon

Instrumental

28. What the Water Gave Me – Florence + The Machine

The Shape of Water

29. “I’d Like to See The Bad Guys Win Sometime” – Margo Guryan

“My Monster Boyfriend”

#I thought I'd make a fanmix too!

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asilentfrenzy · 7 years

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if you could only see the beast you’ve made of me

Sansa’s vision blurred to the scene before her in the Great Hall of Winterfell, her pupils icing over as she was presented with the merciless strike to the face that was the silver-haired woman who shamelessly demanded her attention, her impudence affronting and unapologetic.

i held it in but now it seems you’ve set it running free

Another man of the Stark family had travelled South, the same man being the one who stood in front of her while accompanied by the jarringly out of place stranger he announced as his queen. He had returned home to the North despite what history’s misfortunes had led Sansa’s nightmares to foreshadow. He ought to have followed the pattern of his kin, as the honor of his character would have at least remained intact.

screaming in the dark, i howl when we’re apart

No, the same man hadn’t returned home to the North, and the man was not a Stark. His betrayal to her, to his loyalties, and to his people had stripped him the right to wear such a proud name, proving himself to be the bastard she had apologized for formerly seeing him as. She had apologized only to be proven foolish for ever seeing anything but, foolish for trusting him to aid her in restoring the agonizing hole that those guilty of mutilating her family had left her with. The hole that had stolen the songs from her spirit and the pink from her cheeks, butchering the very essence of her.

drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

And he had, had made her feel whole again, had made her feel alive. She had lost all memory of the comforts that came with feeling safe, but he had given her remembrance. She would never again be as innocent as the naive young girl she once was, never again be as hopeful as the eager child that had had her head stubbornly stuck in her dreams, but still he had somehow managed to coax the warmth back into her flesh and encouraged the lyrics of her abandoned melodies that she hadn’t known since she was so innocent and hopeful.

my fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in

He had gifted her an abundance of hope and had drank in her love, reveling in her acceptance of him. He had greedily welcomed how she honored him with the respect she had honored her father and her true older brother with, the older brother he wasn’t even worthy of being compared to. He had swaddled her in his care while thieving her trust, only to shatter every affectionate illusion of him, them, that he had so cruelly instilled in her.

you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl

Not only had he made the choice to slaughter her happiness, but he had made the choice to come and practically laugh at her, mock her by placing his more beautiful queen in front of her face. A white, unflawed rose to please his eyes away from Sansa’s tattered petals. She was defiled, used. She couldn’t offer him what his unburnt could, for she had been burned more times than she cared to ponder, and her previously unmarred beauty now held unattractive scars that forever ruined the only tasteful quality she ever had.

now there’s no holding back, i’m making to attack

Upon their arrival, merely the body language of the foreign woman had silently, intentionally communicated that the man beside her no longer belonged to any person of Winterfell, but instead to her and her alone. Sansa could nearly smell the way the woman’s touch had soiled his skin, the skin that she had come to memorize the texture of. Abruptly, the frost that had spread over her thawed as hot, branding anger seared through her. The tempo of her breaths stuttered before halting as an overwhelming blanket of possessiveness smothered her, immobilizing her.

my blood is singing with your voice, i want to pour it out

A resonant snarl reached her pounding ears and reflexively her eyes flashed in support of the warning noise. For the smallest of moments Sansa believed the territorial threat to be her own, as the sound had manifested her raw emotion immaculately. Her boiling fury dropped to a simmer at the aid the dire wolf by her side offered. The animal had proven to her his loyalty, the loyalty his owner had abandoned.

the saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound

A small victory to be had over the stranger that had sunken her claws into what was hers, the small victory to have the beast belonging to the man the woman had stolen show her her place in his home. The wolf embodied the dominant fierceness of Sansa’s pure loathing as she was unable to properly express it fully as only a woman.

i hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

Mentally she sunk even further away from the Great Hall as she began to feel the phantom caresses that his careful hands left when he had touched her, when he had acted as hers. Haunted, she felt the light brush of his lips on her temple, lingering on the bone of her cheek, pressing into the inside of her wrist, anywhere he could pretend chaste as he sweetly placed his innocent kisses upon her at various times and situations. He had marked every part of her face but her mouth, which his had once found the corner of in an attempt to reach her cheek. Frozen they had both instantly been at his mistake, frozen until she had trembled once in her shameful desire for more, mourning the loss of the real kiss they had almost shared. His sigh answered her unacceptable cravings for him, for her brother. Her head had dropped as her gaze fell to her lap for many moments before he ruthlessly encouraged her temptations with the damp, open mouthed kiss to the spot between her shoulder and neck, the kiss that still tore at her sanity. He had made her starve for him.

like some child, possessed, the beast howls in my veins

She didn’t realize she had bitten into her tongue until she tasted the weeping of her wound drain down her throat, coating it as her jaw clenched and unclenched while her mind left her memories and went on to pure imagination, pure imagination of them. She watched the stunning woman’s glinting, falsely coy eyes hold his as her head was yanked back by the silver hair that was tangled in his hand. The returning stare the man in her mind offered his prized lover held a sinister passion, the need for the other woman shining in his eyes as he dipped down to run his lips along her bare shoulder and nip at her neck. Sansa filled her head with screams in an attempt to shut out the ideas of his mouth sucking on and sinking his teeth into the skin of another, claiming her as his own.

i want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness

The final horrors of her imagination dissolved with aching slowness, leaving behind the picture of the victorious female nestled in his protective embrace with his body curled possessively around hers to etch itself forever into the back of Sansa’s eyes. Left breathless, her senses returned to the present, bringing along a bruising lump of hurt which lodged itself into her air passage, properly manifesting the way he practically had her neck in his fist. Did he feel the jealousy that she was green with? Taste it in the air and suck it into his lungs? Did her unreasonable envy please the sadistic nature he held towards her, a nature she formerly would have never imagined existing? Perhaps she deserved such a jest made out of her wrong, twisted attraction for a man of her blood. Ah, how Cersei would be proud of her little dove.

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers

The questions she only shared with herself would remain unanswered as she no longer knew what to expect. The man she had believed him to be was absent and only the shell remained, the shell along with the anchor beside her with lips curled back and hackles raised. Ghost, what an appropriate name.

starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

Managing to swallow the feral cry that battled her efforts to prevail as untroubled, she was left with the sinking realization of what she was livid with more so than the future of her kingdom. The intensity of her furious despair was disgracefully driven by much more than house loyalty, much more than a platonic love that had been betrayed. She was in love with him, miserably and corruptly wanting him in every way. Again, she found herself in love with a lie, or perhaps a delusion formed by her own stupidity would be a more accurate description.

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress

Such a fact was known to him, of course it was, was known to herself despite her attempts to brush aside her wicked desires and depraved fantasies. He knew and had teased her with it, encouraged her with his sincere, soul seizing gazes that were feigned as brotherly. His mere presence dominated her world, the alpha of her existence. He had a power over the most primal pieces of her, and he had relished in it before moving on as soon as he found a sweeter prize, selfishly taking the ground under Sansa’s feet along with him.

until i wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest

She tamed her tormented thoughts as she blinked clarity back into her sight. Her expression was stony and unreadable despite the ruins that had become of her feelings, for she no longer wore her heart on her sleeve as she had as a child. She held her regal posture, her shoulders as straight as the exemplary lady she had always aimed to be. Offering others her vulnerability had only ever earned her scorn and humiliation, and she would never give any of her offenders the triumph that was held in seeing her broken again.

a man who’s pure of heart and says his prayers by night

“Sansa.”

A ringing in her ears responded to his voice, shrill and deafening. She recoiled from the instinctive desire to fall into docility at her name vocalized by the male she belonged to, formerly belonged to. Mutterings of resentment and outrage sounded around them for both him and Sansa, warning sounds indicating that she was not to acknowledge the silver-haired woman’s claim to the throne, not to agree to her help attached to many strings. A king no longer he surely knew he would be after what he had done, so why had he thought his newly claimed bitch would be successful in the North?

may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

The sound of his voice around her name, hoarse and pleading, served her confirmation. He knew what he was doing to her, he knew and had decided to do it anyway. He had the audacity to warp the sounds that he pushed out of his treacherous mouth into something remorseful as if begging her to understand him, as if begging her to forgive him like he wasn’t already irrevocably dead to her. She pushed her shoulders back even further, sitting tall in her rightful place as a Stark as she refused to falter and offer the conquering offspring of the Mad King her pride. She would not surrender a shred of the North’s cooperation, would not disgrace her home by inadequately serving her people as the Lady of Winterfell.

if you could only see the beast you’ve made of me

She recognized what was in the eyes of the Targaryen woman as she returned her stare, having met many who had mirrored such a demeanor while knowing none that had earned the esteem they held for themselves. Dropping her eyes down the opposer’s form, her eyebrow quirked the smallest amount. The corner of her mouth twitched, threatening a smirk before she flicked her eyes back up while tilting her head ever so slightly, portraying just how much of a queen Winterfell saw the woman as. Sansa did not look his way even as he took a step in her direction, his bitch still her focus, but instead the degenerate did after tensing at his advancement towards Sansa. Very suddenly it was clear the concerns of power, queens, and houses had fallen away as the man became the greatest source of their hostility. What a fool she was to challenge Sansa’s dominance as a trespasser to the territory that belonged to her, a threat to the pack that belonged to her, and an infiltrator that thought she had any claim to the man that belonged to her.

i held it in but now it seems you’ve set it free

Sansa lightly rested her hand on the wolf’s pelt and the dangerous animal slowly took a step forward, revealing the teeth that a low snarl slipped through. Loudly her name was repeated, commanding and reprimanding. She felt the blood in her veins freeze over in loathing as she was doused again with the cold truth that she had lost. The dragon whore’s chest rose with a gloating puff and her chin tilted up to cast her eyes upon her, looking down at her. Sansa almost laughed, never feeling more confident in her claim as her territorial instincts were only provoked further.

screaming in the dark, i howl when we’re apart

Finally she looked to him, confronting his gaze with the vicious determination to feel nothing for him in the same way he must feel nothing for her. As her Lord no more, his own delusions must have led him to expect her obedience at the sound of her name on his ordering lips.

the saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound

Mimicking her mother, her features fell into the cold and resentful expression Catelyn had always worn for him. Sansa’s intentions were purely vindictive in her pain. Bloodthirsty, she wanted to hurt him as he had hurt her by stealing the home he finally felt he had, just as he had stolen the same from her. She would take back the sense of belonging he had always yearned for that she had given to him so warmly. She would humiliate him in front of the people of Winterfell as he had humiliated their family by bringing the unwanted queen in front of Sansa and expecting her to comply to her, to bow to her. Her voice was clear and harshly hollow as she stretched it over the Great Hall to correct him, only to realize too late that the crumbling of Jon Snow’s face and violent flinch of his body as his eyes seemed to splinter like glass did not bring her the satisfaction she had expected.

“’My lady’ is what bastard half-brothers are to address me with.”

i hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

#jonsa #fanfiction #my writing #songfic #jon x sansa #sansa stark #jon snow #anti jonerys #anti daenerys #fanfic #headcanon

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warofourheart · 7 years

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Whose Laughing Now?

“The priests have already had their turn; we thought it best to bring one of—a death knight to finish the process. If there is anything of use, take it.”

“Yes, sir.”

A long drawn out rattly sigh. “Good. If he dies, I have no qualms about it. Blighted git.” Steel screeched across the floor. “We will watch, of course, but go on.”

The door clanged shut again and Rey breathed in slowly, holding it tight. On the exhale, he raised his gaze to Solis’ bruised and battered face.

Time had truly not treated the rogue death knight any good; gorges cut through his face, black and sickly, and his hair, matted and beyond repair. Gone was the plate armor, the stains of his experiments. No ghoul or geist slinked at his side, mouth open and drooling blight. Instead, he sat bowed and trapped against his will, glowing runed chains binding him head and foot. Through the greasy strands of dark hair, his lichfire eyes dimly stared at the stone tiles, a parody of the fervor that had fueled his defection and torture of souls.

He made not a sound as Rey approached, not a single shift of finger or muscle as the small death knight sat across from him. For a moment, Rey simply watched, lips pursed and thoughts left to contemplate how different two Scourge knights had ended up so differently. One, a shell of man bent to the will of the Undercity, and another, a phantom sundered from his power.

Maybe they weren’t so different after all.

Rey leaned forward, knees knocking into Solis’ but still not a flicker of life. The closer he got, Rey could see the bones stretching skin, the blood dried to crust on rags and flesh. One look at the man’s mouth had Rey biting back a frown and a swift glance towards the chains. The measures the Undercity took to lock up death knights, huh. Had to do something to keep them trapped and hungry.

And yet…The shadow clerics should have been able to take any information they wanted. Was this a test? Another trial to prove his worth and allegiance? Rey frowned as he scanned Solis’ blank, slack face. Or was something more brewing under the surface?

Leaning back, Rey held a sigh back and let his eyes fall closed. In the darkness, he let his body relax, muscle by muscle, until everything beat as one. The silence drifted beside him like an old friend, and he reached out to the contained mind of Solis as gentle as a feather. At once, it was like digging through molasses, through thick mud sucking him down at each step inward. Sinking into the muck, Rey gritted his teeth and dragged his way through the mental decay. One step. It fought against him, slowing. Second step. His feet sunk down into the mire. Third step. The sludge clung to every inch of skin.

Rey stood still, straightening his back and eyes falling closed. A single, unneeded breath. Was this what stopped the clerics from searching through Solis’ mind? Or was this the wreckage of their hunt, the scattered dark remnants of a mind picked clean by vultures? No, they had to have done their work already then why suspect more? The questions turned over in Rey’s quiet thoughts, Reya’s silence making the darkness ever more perturbing.

The sludge still sunk below his feet, dragging him down slowly into the unforgiving depths. No doubt the others had panicked—ah. Solis did have quite the fascination with fear.

Inch by inch, Rey let himself sink down, let the darkness pass over his hands up to his shoulders and finally to the very top of his head. It sunk into his braided hair, filling every crevice. It pulled him deeper, farther away from the surface. It pressed against him from all sides, unforgiving.

Still, Rey held the singular spot of panic and fear tight and contained. Calm. Solis might be strong. Solis might be dangerous. Solis might be a razed blade, bare and sharp under the mire. It didn’t matter.

Rey opened his eyes.

Solis stared back.

Lichfire met lichfire. Shallow, sickly, dim against bright, blazing fire. Muck turned to dull darkness, their feet flat on a slick floor of shadow. Gone was the oppressive barrier, leaving behind two death knights held aloft within the mindscape. Rey did not look away, holding Solis’ gaze captive. The mind reflected the body? The body reflected the mind? The manic glint in Solis’ eyes did nothing to assuage his suspicions.

“You.”

Instinct caught Solis’ wrists. His hands twisted like claws, scratching at Rey’s throat. Even injured, even broken, Solis was larger, heavier and this was his domain. Rey gritted his teeth, feet sliding on the smooth floor.

Solis leaned in, eyes wide and face splitting with a snarl. “You’re the one who betrayed me! The one who tossed me to these foul dogs!” His leg shot out and snapped Rey’s feet out from under him. A heavy thump as they collided to the ground, vying for power. “You piece of shit—coming to me with fake names and shadows—“

Lunging, Solis struck Rey. Biting back a growl, Rey twisted Solis off him. Solis snapped his eyes back to Rey and roared, “You wanted the Scourge’s power returned too! I see through your fucking lies!”

Rey hesitated. In a flash, he could smell the ice, the shadows, the decay. Nachtigall’s magic, burning, soul spilling through his fingers. Dark, hollow steps in blackness—where?

SMACK.

Solis’ knuckles caught him in the cheek. Snarling like a caged animal, he pounced, knocking Rey back and fingers closing on his vulnerable throat. Where once Solis’ voice came from a single mortal mouth became a thunderous cacophony of threats and murderous intent. He flung insults like daggers, accusations like swords, and his hands ever close tight. No doubt he will bruise when he wakes, Rey noted, mind gone somewhere safe against the cold around his neck. He’s thinking in poetry when Solis spat a question in his face.

“Who are you?!”

More comes tumbling after, words, words, and more words. But Rey paid them no mind, instead lost in the simple question. Had it been anyone else asking him, he knew his answer true but with Solis…

Something must have shown on his face because the pressure let up and air whistled back into his dead lungs. He could feel the weight of Solis’ gaze upon him, pinpricks of fury and suspicion. For a second, Rey thought of lying—if it could be called lying—and seeing the mischief wrought from it.

But—“Wraith.”

Solis snapped back like Rey’s skin was a white hot iron. Suddenly, he was across the way, the landscape warping to his fear. Rey slowly sat up, massaging his throat with a frown, and Solis uncurled from his crouch. When Rey looked up, he felt his chest twist at the fear and the reverence whispering in Solis’ face, shadowed by shock and…disbelief?

Hands shaking, Solis breathed out, “You—You are Wraith?” Rey only stared and Solis burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. “The knowledge, the drive, the things you taught me…it all makes sense but…”

The silence felt like a living thing, oppressive and tingling. Rey stood carefully and Solis’ wide-eyed stare took him in from head to toe. For once, Rey had no taunts on his tongue, no barbed words behind his well-crafted cage. Yes, Solis. Look at me. And Rey watched as Solis’ suspicious stare turned thoughtful.

“They don’t know, do they?” Solis asked, voice cracking, and Rey stirred from his reverie with a jolt. “Hah…You…I remember looking up to you. Hearing whispers of your conquests and abilities, how could I not?

“But now. Look at you now.” Solis’ lips curled viciously and Rey felt something rise in his throat like a cobra’s hiss.

Solis stepped forward, confident again and gloating. “You’re not the Wraith I knew. You’re not the death knight who had my fellows tremble. No. You’re nothing and you’re in my domain.”

The ground trembled and rocked and split and Rey quickly side-stepped away from the growing crevice. Solis followed him, spine bent and mouth ticking. Another shattering rumble. Rey jumped. Solis prowled.

“You! Playing pet to the Undercity!” Solis taunted, sending Rey smashing to the floor with a wave of his hand. “Weak! Worthless! And ignoring your calling!”

Rey snapped his head up from the ground. “W-What?” The feral grin on Solis’ face widened, a rictus smile on his hallow face.

“You’ve been away too long, Wraith.” Solis answered, dripping venom. “You’ve grown stagnant, a shade. You truly fit your name. And look! Easily thrown around like a puppet! I wonder who holds your strings…”

A hand wrenched Rey up by his throat. That seed of unbidden fear flared in his chest, memories flashing behind his eyes. No gauntlets, no, not this time, no Light, no Light, no Light—

“Pretty little thing you’ve gotten tied around you.” Rey stared at Solis’ grin, terror gripping him for a second. He couldn’t possibly see Hael’s— “How long have you been leashed?”

Oh.

Despite Solis’ words, relief nearly drowned out Rey’s senses. Mustering himself, Rey let a smirk slip onto his face and replied, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The hand on his throat tightened and Rey gritted his teeth against the fear. Calm. Calm. Calm.

Solis spat in his face. “Powerful little Wraith brought low by a paladin—” No. “—Can’t even fight back against me! How does it feel? Knowing he’s still captured you—” Get out. “—Maybe I should contact one of my friends and let them know where he is. So they can bring him back—” No. “And spin that Light holding you anew—“

Rey opened his eyes and stood up, his hands striking towards Solis’ slack and unconscious face. Gripping that horrid skull in his hands, Rey dug his nails in and shadows raged through his blood and there’s only a few ways to kill a death knight and this was one—

Screeching from its confines, Solis’ soul dripped from his hollow eyes, nostrils, and mouth. A vacuum. Rey reaped the soul from the air, his claws, his shadows, tearing it to pieces, shreds, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing—

Gone.

A knock on the door. A screech as it opened.

“A little extravagant but well done. Report’s due tomorrow evening.”

The door swung closed and Rey stared at his bloody hands and the hollow corpse. Weak. Pet. Caged.

The returning warmth of Reya’s presence restrained him from further bloodshed. Absently, Rey massaged his throat, feeling the bruises left by Solis’ creeping fingers. Feeling the scar ringing his throat like a collar. The runeblade felt like an anvil against his back. Somewhere, he recalled hollow steps on black ice and a glow and a gate and an offer.

But first…

He needed to look into new weapons.

#writing #discorpse #SHRUGS

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whatshehassaid · 7 years

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Fave Lyrics in Songs

Life on Mars - David Bowie [x]

But the film is a saddening bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man, look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show

Space Oddity - David Bowie [x]

This is Ground Control to Major Tom You've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear 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 For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do

Hotel California - Eagles [x]

Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast

Mr. Watson - Cruel Youth [x]

They spend the summer getting clean But September comes and they fall like leaves Oh what would I do without you? What would I do without you?

Grapevine Fires - Death Cab For Cutie [x]

The wake up call to a rented room Sounded like an alarm of impending doom. To warn us it's only a matter of time. Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn.

Hurdy Gurdy Man - Donovan [x]

Thrown like a star in my vast sleep I opened my eyes to take a peek To find that I was by the sea Gazing with tranquility'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man Came singing songs of love Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man Came singing songs of love

White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes [x]

I was following the pack All swaddled in their coats With scarves of red tied 'round their throats To keep their little heads From fallin' in the snow And I turned 'round and there you go And, Michael, you would fall And turn the white snow red as strawberries In the summertime

Howl - Florence & the Machine [x]

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground And howl

The Psychiatrist is In - God Help the Girl [x]

I was an ace when I was young I learned to dance, I didn't have to learn I was a case when I grew up A case of hope crashing to the ground I learned, I hit the skids And I woke up me, myself, and I was a different person

Heart’s a Mess - Gotye [x]

Love ain't fair So there you are My love Your heart's a mess You won't admit to it It makes no sense But I'm desperate to connect And you, you can't live like this

Hold Me Down - Halsey [x]

I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

Young God - Halsey [x]

He says, "Oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight"

Colors - Halsey [x]

You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise You’re spilling like an overflowing sink You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece And now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink

Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene - Hozier [x]

I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Looks like a strain to the arms it were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

Soft as Chalk - Joanna Newsom [x]

Milk - Kings of Leon [x]

Molly’s Chambers - Kings of Leon [x]

Off to the Races - Lana Del Rey [x]

Body Electric - Lana Del Rey [x]

When We’re Fire - Lo-Fang [x]

The Stand - Mother Mother [x]

American Woman - Muddy Magnolias [x]

Cherry Tree - The National [x]

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel [x]

Holland, 1945 - Neutral Milk Hotel [x]

From Blown Speakers - The New Pornographers [x]

Did It On ‘em - Nicki Minaj [x]

All Apologies - Nirvana [x]

Something in the Way - Nirvana [x]

Bathwater - No Doubt [x]

Champagne Supernova - Oasis [x]

Shady Lane - Pavement [x]

Moonsea - Phildel [x]

Rome - Phoenix [x]

Lisztomania - Phoenix [x]

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd [x]

Black/White - The Ravonettes [x]

Church on White - Stephen Malkmus [x]

Well I Say... - Trevor Hall [x]

Wolf Like Me - TV on the Radio [x]

Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa - Vampire Weekend [x]

Train Song - Vashti Bunyan [x]

Venus in Furs - The Velvet Underground [x]

Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground [x]

The Man With No Soul - Wax Tailor [x]

I’ll Believe in Anything - Wolf Parade [x]

Sex Yeah - Marina & the Diamonds [x]

Oh No! - Marina & the Diamonds [x]

Paradise By the Dashboard Light - Meat Loaf [x]

Sex & Candy - Marcy Playground [x]

I’m Good, I’m Gone - Lykke Li [x]

Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

Black Dog - Led Zeppelin [x]

I Am the Walrus - The Beatles

I Want You (She’s So Heavy) - The Beatles [x]

Hold Up - Beyonce [x]

6 Inch - Beyonce (feat. The Weeknd)

Bachelorette - Bjork [x]

Blue Velvet - Bobby Vinton [x]

#music #songs #long post #i'm bored sorry #I DIDN'T PUT FAVE LYRICS FOR ALL OF THEM CAUSE I GOT SUPER TIRED LmAO

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