#I cannot believe that I remembered all the lyrics (granted there are not that many) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kurokens · 3 years

Text

Obvious | Gojo Satoru

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

words: 2k

pronouns: none

notes: hey! stumbled upon this song and it made me want to write something soft for gojo so here we are! I know I should be working on that one request I have left but I couldn't help myself this was too tempting. hope you will like it! also anyting written in bold are actual lyrics from the song, do not want to claim something that isn't mine as my own! again sorry for any mistakes since english still isn't my mother tongue. also check the note at the end of the scenario for a potential part 2😋

not proof read

song rec: Obvious - Taylor Trensch

genre: mainly fluff but tiny bit of angst

warnings: none really, maybe gojo a bit ooc idk?

If you had to be honest, dating Gojo wasn’t easy every day. You loved him, you really did, but sometimes you wondered if he did too. How could you not doubt it? In the entire year the two of you have been together you cannot remember him telling you he loved you even once. Yes, sure he showed it to you in many ways, you couldn’t deny this, but it would be nice to hear it out loud, at least once. This was how you found yourself in the company of Shoko, ranting about how you wished Gojo was a bit more expressive with his feelings.

“It’s just… I don’t know, sometimes I feel like he takes me for granted.” You sighed.

“I’m sure he doesn’t, I know how he can be, but trust me, the last thing he will do is take you for granted.” Shoko said, gently rubbing your back in a reassuring manner.

“How can you be so sure? I’m always the one to tell him I love him, and he always finds a way to avoid saying it back, whether is it by kissing me or by complimenting me. I’m just starting to wonder if I’m not making a mistake. I just don’t want to be wasting my time on someone who might never love me back.” You admitted with tears in your eyes.

“Oh sweetheart, I understand how you feel, I do. But trust me when I say you aren’t wasting your time, Gojo loves you, I’m sure of it and I’m sure you are too. He might not say it but I see the way he looks at you, it’s obvious.” Your friend stated with a smile on her face.

“I don’t know anymore Sho... I’m just tired.” You replied. “I’m going home, thank you for listening to me.”

“Take care.” The doctor waved watching your slumped figure make its way out.

It was with a heart heavier than before that you left your friend’s office, not really knowing what you should do next. For your own sake you decided that for the first time in weeks you will go to your flat tonight, your mind filled with thoughts of your boyfriend, who unbeknownst to you heard your entire conversation with Shoko.

Gojo was looking for you around jujutsu high so he could take you on a date, he just found this restaurant he was sure you would love and he wanted to take you there as soon as possible. His first guess was obviously his old high school friend’s office, he knew the both of you were really good friend and that the chances of you being together during your free time were high. And he was right, you were there. As he was about to barge inside the doctor’s office like always, he heard your voice, a smile formed on his face, one that disappeared instantly when he heard what you were saying.

You thought he didn’t love you? You thought you were wasting your time on him? You were doubting your relation?

To say Gojo’s heart broke was an understatement, it shattered in million pieces. How could you believe that he didn’t love you? That he wasn’t truly madly deeply in love with you? How could he have let this happen? He didn’t know but he knew it had to fix it, he had to tell you how much he loved you and he had to make you believe him. When he heard you say your goodbyes to Shoko he panicked a bit before flying away so you wouldn’t notice him. Today was going to be the day he was going to prove you how much he loved you, but he needed to prepare for this.

Once you were at your flat you opted to take a bath, to relax a bit and change your mind. You undressed skilfully while your bath was running, and as the last piece of clothing hit the ground you made your way to the bathtub. The water’s warmth swallowing your entire body and relaxing every single of your muscles you let your mind wandered back to your boyfriend. How he was always so nice to you, taking care of you whenever you were feeling under the weather or tired from an exhausting mission. How he always made sure to bring you back a souvenir whenever he had an oversea mission. How he remembered little habits and details about you that even you didn’t notice. You couldn’t deny that all of these little things he did warmed your heart, and made you feel loved. But you still couldn’t shake this weird feeling in your chest, if he did love you, why did he never say it? Was he scared? Or was he simply not in love? The last thought made tears roll down your cheeks before you could even think about stopping them, and like that you found yourself sobbing in your bath which was growing cold. What a sight for sore eyes.

Gojo’s mind was racing with a thousand thoughts at the same time, but all of them were about you and about how he needed to tell you how much you meant to him, and he needed to do that right now. With a rush in his steps the white-haired man made his way to his house, hoping he would find you there.

“Love?” He said as soon as he was in the house. “Are you there?”

When he got no answer Gojo’s heart sank a bit, but he didn’t lose hope. He made his way further inside the house, hoping he would find you in the living room, or in the bedroom, but he didn’t. You were nowhere to be found and he was starting to tear up at the thought of you leaving him. He stepped towards the closet and with shaky hands he opened it, scared that he would find your clothes gone, but to his relief everything was still right where it belonged. He rushed back out and made his way to your flat, hoping with all his heart that he would find you there.

After what felt like hours of crying in your cold bath, you finally decided to step out of it and dry yourself. You dressed yourself before making your way to your living room, blanket in hand, ready to binge watch whatever anime you felt like watching to drown your sorrows away, you made yourself comfortable and turned your tv on. You were scrolling through your watchlist when a knock on the door interrupted your inner turmoil on whether or not you should watch a shoujo right now. After some consideration you decided that whoever was knocking on your door right now wasn’t worth your time and that you would rather be in the comfort of your blanket. But before you could think about going back to your scrolling a voice prevented you from doing so.

“Love are you there? Please tell me you are.” Your boyfriend’s muffled voice begged through the door, but you didn’t budge.

“Please I just need to know you’re here, if you don’t want to talk to me it’s fine, but I just need to know you’re okay.” He continued, and these few words were enough to make you walk to the door, after all he didn’t why you were upset at him, or at least you thought, it wasn’t fair to make him worry like that. Reluctantly you opened your door to find yourself face to face with a teary-eyed and obviously worried Gojo.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, now concerned about what could have made your boyfriend this distraught.

“I am so sorry.” He began, which only caused you to raise your eyebrows, now visibly confused. But Gojo continued talking before you could even answer. “I heard you talking with Shoko earlier today, and I am so sorry. I am so sorry I made you believe I didn’t love you. I am sorry for making you doubt our relationship, and for making you feel like I was taking you for granted. It was never my intention.”

“Satoru-” You tried talking, but the white-haired sorcerer was clearly not finished with his monologue.

“Never in a million years would I want you to doubt my love for you, I love you, I do, I really do.” At his words you froze, the words you longed to hear were finally out of his mouth and yet for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy.

“And I promise you I’m not saying this just because you want to hear it, I mean it, I really do. I love you like I have never loved anyone else before. When I think about you my heart starts racing just like the first time I laid my eyes on you. I don’t know why I never said these three words to you, maybe because I always thought it was obvious. But hearing you talk to Shoko today made me realise that sometimes the words we tend to withhold, well, they’re exactly the words someone needs to be told. And thinking they know we never say I love you. But I do love you, I really do, I’ve loved you for so long now. From the moment you bumped into me because you were looking at the sunset instead of the road, to that time where you spilled your juice on me because a cat scared you. There were so many moments where I wanted to tell you how much I loved you, but I was scared, scared that if I did you would disappear, as if all of this was just a dream. But I realised that the only thing that would really make you disappear is me not saying it. So, I love you, I love you, I love you. If you want me to make up for all these times I didn’t say it by saying it now, I will, and I won’t stop because now I know you won’t disappear, I’m not scared anymore.” Gojo was ranting, and this time hearing him say it you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face nor the tears that were once again rolling down your cheeks.

“If you keep saying it so much it will lose its meaning you idiot.” You laughed, gently taking the sorcerer’s hand to bring him inside your flat.

“I’m just trying to make up for all the times I wanted to say it but didn’t.” He sniffled which caused you to laugh a bit harder before you brought your free hand to his cheek to wipe some of his tears away and prompted him to do the same thing to you.

The two of you spent a while lovingly gazing at each other before the moment was interrupted by your stomach rumbling making the both of you explode into a fit of laughter.

“You hungry?” Your lover asked.

“Yeah, you?” You sheepishly replied.

“Yeah, let’s order some take-out?” He offered.

“Yes!!” You bounced excitingly.

After ordering your food you both made your way to your couch where your blanket was waiting for you. You made yourselves comfortable, your head laying on Gojo’s chest, his hands softly massaging both your scalp and back and your blanket keeping you both warm. At this exact moment you were feeling more than content, and all of your worries that were previously clouding your mind slowly faded away.

“’Toru?” You mumbled into his chest.

“Mh?” Gojo hummed back in response.

“I love you.” You said under your breath.

“I obviously love you more baby.” He whispered in your hair, your heart warmed at his words and you only nuzzled your head further into his chest, not really wanting to fight him on that one.

You waited so long to hear these words, and you thought that perhaps it was worth it because it made them even more special. Maybe Gojo was right, your love for each other was obvious, but still, it did feel good to hear it out loud once in a while.

a/n: I was thinking about writing a part 2 to this where it's just a collection of all the moments Gojo wanted to say he loved you but didn't. do tell me if you'll be interested in it!! my requests are close but if it's to request a part 2 to this specific scenario do send something just so I know if people would want to read it or not!

hehe here is the part 2 which ended up shorter than i thought but yeah!

#saturn's writing #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff

145 notes · View notes

laulink · 3 years

Text

After listening to Friend (and crying. A lot.), I decided to try my hand at analysing the song’s lyrics and what they could possible mean for Penny, Ruby, and the story going forward. So let’s get started.

Darkness like Midnight

Moonless there’s no light

Another lonely day

Is ending

Searching forever

Waiting but never finding

The only thing

I dream of

The warmth of a smile

That stays for a while

The face of a friend

That won’t leave

Alright, that’s a lot to begin with, but the whole segment can only, truly be understood after hearing those last four lines, so let’s break it down.

The first two thirds of this part is about Penny’s life before she met Ruby. She was all alone, every day, as “another lonely day” implies. This loneliness is characterised by darkness, the moonless night at the end of the lonely day, meaning that even at night, Penny finds no light to brighten up her existence.

The mention of “Midnight” is interesting here, because Midnight is the title of the episode in which we discover Cinder’s backstory and this episode is, to say the least, quite dark. Plus, there are some parallels to be drawn between Cinder and Penny : both of them have been chosen by authority figures (Salem and James) and given a destiny and a role by those same figures (Protector of Mantle, destined to save the world, for Penny and the Destroyer of Humanity, destined to bring the current world of Remnant to an end by helping Salem with her plans and gathering the Maiden powers for Cinder). According to those first few lines, we could also parallel their upbringing : both of them were alone with no friends for a long time, then one person appeared and brightened up their existence (Ruby and Rhodes), going so far as to give Penny and Cinder hope that they could escape the chains restraining them and start making their own choices (staying at Beacon for Penny and becoming a Huntress for Cinder).

In other words, you could say that, in this first line, Penny is telling us that she was in a similar place to Cinder when Cinder was a child. Of course, I expect Penny’s needs were attended to and she was most likely not a victim of physical abuse like Cinder was, but the lack of friends, the loneliness and the restraints around them and their every movement is certainly similar.

Then comes the last third of this first extract, the one about the thing Penny chases : a friend who would stay by her side and smile with her. The last two lines, “The face of a friend/That won’t leave” seems to imply that Penny has some semblance of friend already, but that the friend(s) in question leave and don’t stick around long enough for the relationship to properly develop and be given meaning to.

This line made me think of Ciel Soleil, to be honest. Ciel was Penny’s “teammate” during the Vytal Festival, yet they weren’t seen together all that often, mostly right before, during and after the match against team CRDL. Despite this, Ciel was obviously very much aware of Penny’s strength and abilities, having even planned for their double match to end in less than a minute (if I remember correctly). That means that Ciel saw Penny fight a few times and, if you add that to the fact that James couldn’t have just added her to a random team for the Festival with no explanation whatsoever to the team or their classmates, that probably means Penny more or less attended Atlas Academy with Ciel and two other teammates, so her presence in the Festival wouldn’t be strange.

However, we know Atlas Academy’s stance on friendships among teams and we saw how socially unaware Penny was during her first meeting with Team RWBY and how happy she was to find someone who would call her a friend. So it isn’t a stretch to think that none of Penny’s teammates were really friendly to her, keeping their relationships professional, to her dismay.

Moving on !

I heard a song once

It posed this point of view

That wishes made on stars

Are likely to come true

So here’s my secret

At bedtime every night

I searched the sky and hoped to find

A star who’d send a light

To me

The one thing I need

Just one kind soul

With a heart of gold

Then my dreams became real

And I finally feel not alone

Do hugs always make you feel this warm ?

A big chunk again, but this one will be easier to break down.

This part of the song tells us that Penny’s dream was to have a friend, even “Just one kind soul” to ease the loneliness. Her best bet for that was to make a wish on a star and yeah, that’s awfully cute, because all of us, when we were kids, were told that kind of story, but it’s also sad that Penny’s only hope to find a friend was to be granted a miracle from a star far away. And, given that the previous part of the song mentioned a dark night sky with no light (“Moonless, there’s no light”), we also know that there weren’t a lot of stars for Penny to wish on, or in other words, that her chances of her wish being granted were very small.

However, the miracle happened ! Ruby appeared and made Penny’s dream come true ! The one kind soul with a heart of gold who would be her friend !

The line about hugs making you feel warm doesn’t really fit in the narrative of their encounter and Ruby’s impact on Penny’s life, however, since the first time Penny asked Ruby this question was in V8, so much later in their relationship. To me, it mainly serves as the first line to really establish, with no possible doubt, that this song is sung from Penny’s point of view and that the friend she is referencing is Ruby, as this question is extremely specific and exclusive to the two of them.

My dreams came true

The day that you appeared

And called me “friend”

An answered prayer

A chance to

Share the world

To be a girl

Who finally felt alive

Refrain ! It’s all about how Ruby’s appearance indeed made Penny’s dreams a reality : she got a friend, someone she could explore the world with, talk to about it, ask questions to and discuss with, but most of all, someone with whom she could finally feel like a girl instead of a weapon, a living being instead of a machine. We know, from her reveal in V2, that Penny was very self-conscious and uncertain of her own humanity, that she knew a lot of people would see her as nothing but a robot and that she was half-believing they would be right to. Her relief when Ruby assured her she was a real girl was “crushing”, to say the least x)

And this feeling of being real and alive, she got it all thanks to Ruby and Ruby alone. None of the other heroes would have tried to become her friend if not for Ruby, so she’s really the starting point of almost all of Penny’s most important relationships.

I’m so excited

We’ll do so many friendship things

Paint our nails, try on clothes, talk about cute boys

Attached but not by Strings

Another callback to V1 with “Paint our nails, try on clothes, talk about cute boys”. The nostalgia is hitting hard. But, most importantly, we have our second V8 title : Strings. The episode in which Penny’s “strings”, the ones linking her to her swords, her robot body itself, reminded us that her allusion is Pinocchio, a puppet who was given life to, but who was still a puppet for most of the movie. Penny is a living being, but her robotic body was hackable, and because of that Watts was able to use a string (the connection between her and her swords) to plant a virus inside of her, starting her descent toward her tragic end.

In the context of this song though, the meaning of this word is not quite so dark. Penny is speaking from her V1 point of view, the point of view of a girl who just met her first friend, while all her previous relationships were mainly based on her condition as the first synthetic being able to produce an aura : the soldiers keeping watch over her because she’s a precious project, the scientists working on her so she could achieve her maximum potential, Ironwood who chose the Penny project over all others so the result of this project would protect and save the world... Penny was attached to all of them and they were all attached to her, but not by feelings : by the strings of work and duty, in both ways. Ruby was the first person who attached herself to Penny and let Penny attach herself to her for other reasons, purely out of affection and desire to be friends. She was the first person Penny was free to attach herself to as well : one of the first choices Penny really made for herself. No strings attached, yet still together because they both want to be.

And when you’ve got problems

Whoa ! Then I’ve got problems too

You’ll never face this world alone

I’ll be right here it’s you

And me

Protectors of each other’s what we’ll be

First two lines are about Penny being ready to share her friend’s burdens, as friends tend to do, and this sentiment motivates the promise she makes in the next four lines, but here’s the thing : we’re still hearing Penny’s thoughts and point of view from V1. And since V1, she’s failed to make good on this promise twice : at the end of V3 and now at the end of V8, by dying, leaving Ruby alone to fend for herself, no “protector” there to guard her back and share her burdens with. Despite her best intentions, Penny cannot make good on the promise she seems to have made Ruby (or internally made, most likely) back in V1.

Now, that’s the pessimistic opinion. If you look at it from a more optimistic point of view, you could say the exact opposite thing, at least when it comes to her V3 death : Penny went so far as to overcome death to come back in V7 and by Ruby’s side. She’s done it once, and you can expect that girl to do it a second time, because she made a promise to her friend and she’s going to keep it.

You saw my soul

Through the nuts and bolts

You’re the friend I can trust

Helped me see I’m not just a machine

And is this what “All the feels” mean ?

And now we are entering the realm of V2 references ! Basically just a retelling of Penny’s big reveal and all the times Ruby has reassured her that she’s a real girl since that first time, though to be honest, I’m not sure where the last line comes from. I don’t remember hearing either of them talking about “all the feels” and even my digging in V1, 2 and 3 didn’t help, so if anyone has an idea, hit me up, ‘cause this has me stumped.

I’ve been combat-ready since the day Dad made me

Now I’ll fight for something more

Might sound wholesome but strangely

I’ve got friends I’m fighting for

This part is now about the events of V7 and 8, I believe. Everyone was friendly to Penny back in V2 and 3, after her help at the docks, but I am not certain they would have considered each other actual friends, with how little time Penny was able to spend with them, aside from Ruby. So her referring to the multiple friends she is now fighting for fits more with her situation and relationships from V7 and 8 as well as character arc in those volumes, especially since she never fought for her friends in earlier volumes (with the exception of the fight at the docks, but even then she was fighting mostly for Ruby, not really for the others). In the last two volumes however, especially V8, she had to choose between her allegiance to the military and the safety of the people she cared about, her friends as well as the people of Mantle.

But I found that humanity

It came with sacrifice, a pact

To shield you from the wicked even if I can’t

Live for real it was worth it to know you

And now we are hearing Penny’s point of view in her last moments in V8 : the moment she sacrificed herself and died a second time.

As I understand it, Penny’s humanity, her feelings, her love for her friends, is what pushed her to sacrifice herself : because she cared for them, she didn’t want them to die at Cinder’s hands, and she knew that would be what would happen if Cinder got both sets of Maiden powers : she would be unstoppable by non-Maiden and non-SEW characters. So, to “shield [her friends, and especially Ruby] from the wicked (Cinder and Salem)”, she decides to sacrifice herself to make sure that the Winter Maiden powers end up in good hands. She makes this decision knowing that she is sacrificing her life and won’t be able to live “for real”. I think this means that a part of her will survive, the part of her who will live on in Winter (and, to some extent, the part of her that will stay alive in her friends’ hearts), so she will “live on”, if only her memory and will, but even if she can’t have a life of her own, she doesn’t regret sacrificing her existence if it means protecting her friends, and especially Ruby, because knowing Ruby had made her life worthwhile.

What Penny is saying is that, if she could choose between staying alive in a world where she never met Ruby and dying in this world where they became friends, she would choose becoming Ruby’s friend and dying, because their friendship is what made life worth living for Penny.

My dreams came true

The day that you appeared

And called me “friend”

An answered prayer

A chance to

Share the world

To be a girl

Who finally felt alive

We end the song on the refrain, which isn’t all that uncommon, but has a bittersweet taste after the last part of the song : just after Penny says that she doesn’t regret dying if it means saving her friends, because Ruby made her life worthwhile, the refrain reminds us that having a friend was her dream, what she prayed for every night, the source of every good thing in her life and the one thing that made her feel alive.

So, what does this song mean for Penny And Ruby’s characters now and going forward ?

For Ruby, who was the recipient of the song, it’s hard to tell, but I think that the lines about Ruby and Penny being there for and protecting each other give us a hint : Penny failed to make good on her promise for the second time now and left Ruby alone, again. If Ruby’s feelings for Penny are half as strong as Penny’s feelings for her were, this is going to break her, especially now, after everything Ruby went through in just two days and the small breakdown she had with Yang a couple of episodes ago. Ruby is in an emotionally vulnerable state at the moment, she can’t run from her trauma and not address it like she usually does, and she will have to face whatever feelings Penny’s death will ignite in her. Considering her horror and denial when Penny asked her to kill her and take the Maiden powers, learning that Penny still died, after all their efforts to save her, is going to do a number on her.

For Penny and her arc, it is hard to say. On one hand, the end of the song make it sound like Penny is alright and at peace with her death and its circumstances, that she considers it a necessary sacrifice to save her friends, just like what Vine did in the same episode. Both of them were at peace with this decision because they knew it would take an immediate, extreme danger away from their friends and keep them safe for a while. On the other hand, there is still this promise that Penny made to herself/Ruby that she’d always be by Ruby’s side to help her face the world and her problems and the fact that she made good on that promise before by coming back to life, something that Ruby didn’t expect at all, beating the odds once, meaning she might be able to beat them again. It is odd to have a song containing this promise play right after a scene making it clear that the promise was broken for the second time and might not get fixed again if the intent was not to have Penny come back and make good on it once more.

I’ve seen the argument being made that the song is cheery and happy, unlike Cold which sounded like a eulogy, and that this difference might hint toward Penny coming back to life. However, this argument doesn’t seem viable to me because the song, as we’ve seen, focuses on all the happiness that Ruby brought to Penny’s life, how thankful Penny is for it, how that happiness made Penny’s sacrifice worth it and how this brought her peace instead of anguish and regrets. Not to mention that Cold was a song from the point of view of the survivors, not the one who had died : I’m pretty sure that if Friend had been from Ruby’s point of view after learning about Penny’s death, it would have been far less cheery.

So I really don’t know what it all means for Penny, except that her feelings for Ruby are incredibly strong and might be the key to her revival this time, if it happens.

#rwby #rwby8 #rwby spoilers #penny polendina #nuts and dolts #mechanical rose #ruby rose #yeah the song isn't outright shippy like some others can be but considering the strength of the feelings mentioned in it #I think it deserves the ship tags #analysis #long post

17 notes · View notes

sickeningradiances · 3 years

Text

my awoken evil risen warlord in canon destiny armor and fantasy au too... her name is Skkathie, when she was human she was Skaði. backstory under the cut

Also, recommended music that basically was the reason why i made her: The Magician by Æther Realm (please, i adore the lyrics and they are the sole base for her dnd backstory)

CANON DESTINY BACKSTORY: One of the original Yang Liwei passengers; after awakening, she was an Eccaleist who believed in words of Diasyrm, and she fought and died in Theodicy War. One of her siblings survived, and they felt like they owe a debt to their family for dying for such causes, so they carried their family back from Distributary and planned to bury them on Earth. After arriving back to regular universe, Skatthie was Risen by a ghost as soon as possible. The ghost (later named Vetle after her sibling, but she didn't remember that) believed her to be a savior and steady hand to fight back the remaining warlords, and help the City. But she wasn't risen the way the guardians usually are, for her feelings about betrayal from queen Alis Li, the memories of her being human, and turning into an Awoken aboard the ship were so strong, she still seethed with rage and disappointment enough to recall her life before death. She did not know why she's not in Distributary, nor could she remember her family, so she fled. She fled to Earth, to a familiar place, after travelling around Mars, Mercury and Venus, and other previous homes of Traveler, but she only felt at home on Earth, with the terraformed and completely changed Denmark, where she was born. Her steady hand was true, and she became a warlord, quite late for her time, but cruel and not caring. She hated Traveler for resurrecting her, and she hated him for interfering with Yang Liwei, and she hated Mara Sov for the way awoken we born, and for the lies about eccaleism and Alis Li.

She refused the Traveler and his Light, only learning bare minimum to survive, she never mastered a subclass or element. She was risen with a burning sword in her hand, and it was the only weapon she used for years. She then learned invisibility from hunters, she altered the titan shield to become a burning shield with her sword, and she learned to consume void from other warlocks, but she never needed them as her fire was strong enough.

After being confronted by Iron Lords, Felwinter the Oathbreaker including, she modified her ghost to have "less personality" and left for Europa. She met the House of Salvation there, and appealed to them, proving herself in combat and in will, and was given Stasis power behind Eramis' back. Atraks, her friend, helped her master it, and she felt like the ice was the only element she needed to wield, so she abandoned her Light. She has learned stasis abilities of all classes.

Ultimately, she does not believe all Guardians should die and does not seek their end, but she will not answer or bow to the Traveler.

FANTASY/D&D AU BACKSTORY: A drow born into a family-commune of sorcerers, she was born with unusual talent and high spirit and soul, capable of great things. She did not fit in, and was an outcast and not-equal to the rest, so she refused to learn to use spells the way her family does. They attempted to force her into this, for such talent cannot be wasted and the help she could do with healing, warmth in the ice-cold north they lived in, and foresight she could perceive future with, they were not willing to let this go to waste.

She burned a pyre into the village, instantly killing people close to her, and scarring the ones further, and ran away to seek true power.

She sought an elemental plane of ice, further north, and after many failures to even get their attention, she met a jötunn, one of the Ice Giants, who was willing to listen to her. He happened to be a speaker for a divine power, and he took her to his gods, ancient giants who have ascended to be the most powerful, and one of the Ice Gods granted her new power and new way to use it, with promise of her bringing upon the Ragnarok. She swore her soul, and found her arms getting carved with runes. She could no longer feel frost and cold, and she found frozen crystals to naturally develop and manifest on her clothes, and on her hands. Her first act was to bring bloody and cruel revenge on her place of birth, and left no one alive.

+ the runes bc they're hard to see

#destiny #awoken #guardian #warlock #destiny warlock #destiny 2 #d2 #destiny the game #destiny guardian #fantasy au #john.art #Skadi #skadiverse

7 notes · View notes

anikkis-fantasirealities · 3 years

Text

“LiVELY Legacy of Japan’s Lionized Anisinger”

➀ Personality Profile ┊ ˢʰᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˢʰᶦⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗʸˡᵉ··· ˢᵐᶦˡᶦⁿᵍ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗˡʸ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ˢᵃˡᵘᵗᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵉʳˢ·

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ꒰⁺˚₊·₍₍loading...₎₎ ㅤ ✎...۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ -ˏˋ 🎤 ˊˎ-

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

༘✶ ㊉㈦〘 ⅯⅯ 〙⋆｡˚𓆟 ༉ ║ Posted : ０６/１５/２１° ｡༄ ‧₊˚ ๑ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ •ଓ.° ｡❍ ㈩㊇

- - ——— ꒰ An article by Nicole “Nikki” Elaine S. Chua of NEU-IS ꒱

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ࿐ྂ—͙❬₊° ᶦ ᵃᵐ ᵃ ᵇˡᵒᵍᵍᵉʳ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ·“= ‹⸙͎

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

youtube

ㅤㅤ ㅤ❝ Madamada iku wa yo~! ❞

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ- LiSA (Rally Go Round)

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ﹕ᵍᵘʳᵉⁿᵍᵉ ⁻ ᴸᶦˢᴬ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ0:11 -◦————— 3:59 ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ〔 ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ╵╻↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ╻╵⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ 〕 ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤVolume: ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █ 100%

Lush, loose—lofty and lovely. Lucent and lavish—lustral, laid-back, & luxuriant. Luminous. Legendary. Limitless. Light hearted and letter-perfect. There is not enough words for me to describe her overflowing talent for music, and the impact she has created for tech-savvy usernames cheering on their favorite idols & animations alike. Nowadays, most millennials and Gen Zs go neck-to-neck with their clashing interests of two international sensations: one known for the funky beats of charismatic boys dancing in synchrony, and the other, notable for moving illustrations of all kinds of stories that allure the imagination. Yes, let’s admit it, my generation has fallen in love with the influence of K-pop and anime, though I cannot blame anyone because of the fun & happiness they bring. Do you agree with me?

Well, even if you cannot agree or relate with me, I’m sure you would be able to find this article interesting! This personality is not someone of looming authority nor power—she is not a lady from the West, nor the Northern isles or even the Southern seas. She is here: the Rising Sun’s pride and honor bestowed by a sharp katana slaying all evil. It is where that familiar tune of hers is empowered with the narrative of a young man and his breathing techniques—a tale beloved by many anime fanatics. Yes! I’d like to introduce to you, one of Japan’s famed singers of all time: 𝙇𝙞𝙎𝘼! Make your entrance, please!

╭╼|════════════════════════════════════|╾╮

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 【今日もいい日だつ】 ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ Today is another great day! ❞ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ- LiSA ╰╼|════════════════════════════════════|╾╯

My life is truly music-inclined, even if I have two left feet and a raspy, rough voice. Those foreign lyrics ring out in my head, every time I enter through the gates of Japanese culture and enter my fantasy I know so well. I mean, cool right? I can still remember how I first embraced her beginning chords in January 2020, when that song, Gurenge, was heard throughout the spacious stadium of the New Era University college department. It was the opening ceremony for Intramurals 2020, and as soon as the melody played, the crowd sang along in a noisy type of harmony.

𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚, it means “red lotus” in English—the title of the Japanese opening theme for the animation called, “Kimetsu no Yaiba,” or more acclaimed as “Demon Slayer” by millions of anime ethusiasts across the web. I wondered what that range of vocals wanted to tell me. Those beautiful notes and the intensifying instrumental that accompanies such an epic story. Slowly, I understood why she is adored by many people, rain or shine, sun rays to lunar silhouettes. Now, here I am writing with everlasting conviction, to share everything I know about her—the reasons why that captivating rhythm, those inspiring words, and the pleasant emotions, made me sing along. So, let’s rest for a while, and I’ll tell you more about LiSA, behind the reflection of that worn out blade.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

LiSA, or Risa Oribe in real life, is a Japanese singer, songwriter, and lyricist from the Gifu Prefecture—in the small city of Seki. She is 165 centimeters tall, which is quite tall for a Japanese woman. She is known for her multiple song hits used in Japanese animation titles such as the Fate series and Sword Art Online. Though, did you know that she also sang for the music-based anime series, “Angel Beats!” as one of the main characters who so happened to be a vocalist, as well? This was LiSA’s professional song debut in the music industry, which she lunged into when she was given a chance to step onto the reknowned arena for some of Japan’s history makers: Nippon Budokan! As a kid, Risa Oribe was taught lessons in piano, dancing, and singing, which continued onto her junior high school years. After auditioning in the infamous Budokan, she held onto the dream of becoming an artist on the next journeys she would walk on outside her hometown.

Believe it or not, the name “LiSA” is an stylized acronym, consisting of confident letters that possess unique dignified meaning from one another. The stage name is adopted from a blast from the past, of the times Risa Oribe had travelled to Tokyo to form a band. “LiSA” stands for, “𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙡” which may sound weird for English speakers, nonetheless, its significance still pulls my heartstrings all in all. Prior to becoming the individual singing artist, “LiSA,” Risa Oribe has always been a part of bands ever since high school—one of them being a cover band of indie rock music, “CHUCKY.” Despite the risk of working with the band in exchange for her accredited certificates from university, she continued to reach for her ultimate dream career as a singer. Unfortunately, “CHUCKY” only lasted for three years, and this is what led Risa Oribe to test her luck in the capital of Japan—persevering for that aspiration, because there’s no turning back now!

╭╼|════════════════════════════════════|╾╮

ㅤㅤ 【じっと見つめた　キミの瞳に映ったボクが生きたシルシ】

ㅤㅤ ❝ As I stare intently into your eyes, ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤmy reflection there is the proof I exist, ❞ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ�� ㅤ- LiSA (Shirushi)

╰╼|════════════════════════════════════|╾╯

LiSA’s musical influences are, surprisingly, internationally respected musicians of the English language. Some of these prominent figures in her life are Avril Lavigne, Green Day, Paramore, and Rihanna. She is well-known for memorable hyped performances filled of power and passion. Sometimes, if people are granted the opportunity to be mesmerized by remarkable skill, she is also able to play the guitar and key harmonica in her concerts. She can sing in Japanese, obviously, but her words weaved with melody extends into Chinese and English perception, too. As a songwriter, she personally wrote some of her produced masterpieces like “Shirushi” and “Rally Go Round.” Though, perhaps you’ve never would guess that LiSA had a voice acting debut in 2015, too! Don’t get your hopes up because she did not give life to any anime characters, but instead, she became the Japanese voice of Madge Nelson in the film, “Minions.” I know, don’t get me wrong, it’s a shocking difference from the person LiSA is famous for.

However, for Risa Oribe, it was not something to be shy about, for she absolutely loves Minions! For avid fans of LiSA, they would often spot sightings of Minions merchandise in her social media accounts. It’s a fact that wouldn’t make you think that she can be that intimidating performer on fire, once she leaps onto stage. She still has that gentle vibe, especially when she raises her arm to greet the audience with a simple peace sign. The dark packed venue would chant along the bridge instrumental, rapidly waving their lightsticks until the song performance is finished. It’s as if the stars have landed in a small part of Earth during the night fall, to take a day-off head banging to the beat of rock. LiSA’s concerts deliver the message that “𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨,” as it is the running title pinned to her lives from then to now.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Speaking of which, here’s a fun fact! Did you also know that LiSA’s albums all start with the letter L? From “Letters to U” and “Launcher,” to “Leo-Nine” and the recently revealed “Ladybug,” each album has a motif that follows her musical style. LiSA’s original songs tell stories of hope, determination, and love. Ever since she released her first solo single debut, “Oath Sign,” for the anime, “Fate/Zero,” her name would never vanish from the music charts of new singles and albums in Japan. Songs like “Crossing Field,” “Catch the Moment,” and “ADAMAS,” of “Sword Art Online” were also noteworthy for their impact on LiSA’s career as a singer, not only for Japanese animations, but also for Japanese TV dramas and live-action films. Her very own, “Homura,” for the anime film, “Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: Mugen Train” have even outstretched to the Billboard charts across the Pacific ocean!

Today, she has celebrated her 10th anniversary in the music industry—a realization that it just seems like yesterday when she got to meet her fans in different countries, go on tours to perform everyone’s favorite anime songs of hers, and made her mark as an “𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧” of the Rising Sun. That is why she is, indeed, an artist with a lively legacy to our current era—a personality deserving of a profile article from yours truly. It’s been great having you with me in this article, and I hope you were able to find admiration for LiSA and her work! Thank you for reading! I’ll see you again in another blog where my fantasies become realities! A Nikki reminder: don’t always go with the flow, and be yourself! Good day!

╭╼|════════════════════════════════════|╾╮

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 【生き残ったこの世界で　新しい　眩しい　 ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 開けを迎えに行こうか】

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❝ In this world I live in, there will be a new glow, ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ for now let’s welcome the new dawn! ❞ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ - LiSA (dawn)

╰╼|════════════════════════════════════|╾╯

· * ✫ * ⊹ * ˚ . . 　　· ⋆ * . * . . · . · . * · . · · + . ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ· ** ˚ . . + 　　· ⋆ * . * . . · . · . *

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ. . + 　· ⋆ * . * . . · . · .˚ ⊹ · * ✧ ⋆ · * . · . · · .. . .

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ· + ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ· * ✫ * ⊹ * ˚

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ · ** ˚ . . + ㅤㅤ　· ⋆ * . * . . · . · .˚ ⊹ · * ✧

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ⋆ · * . · ㅤㅤ . · · .. . . · + .

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ. · + . *

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⋆ * . * . .

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ . · ·

ㅤㅤ﹙dedication. ﹚ ୨˚୧ ˚ ༘♡.↳ ₊˚‧

This blog is dedicated to my sister, who is a big fan of LiSA. I am grateful that you’ve made me sing with her, forevermore.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹋﹋﹌﹌﹌「 🎀 」﹌﹌﹌﹋﹋

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ┊彡 Credits

➥ Cover Edit

➫ Background

➫ Stand-out LiSA holding a microphone stand

➫ Sitting LiSA

➫ Butterfly themed LiSA

➫ Kimono LiSA

➫ "Brave Freak Out" promotional picture

➫ "Only ≠ Lonely"

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ GIF

➫ "Gurenge" Music Clip ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ First Blog Divider

➫ "Datte Atashino Hero" Music Video

➫ "KiSS me PARADOX" -LiVE is Smile Always ～PiNK & BLACK～ Live

➫ "No More Time Machine" Music Clip

➫ "LEO-NiNE" Limited Edition A Album Cover

➫ "LUCKY Hi FiVE" Single Cover ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ Second Blog Divider

➫ Raising Arm LiSA

➫ "ASH" Single promotional picture

➫ "Unlasting" promotional picture

➫ "ADAMAS" article by Billboard

➫ "Shirushi" Music Video ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ Third Divider

➫ Red-themed LiSA

➫ "Letters to ME" Music Video

➫ "Surprise" Music Video ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ Source of Information

➫ LiSA Wikipedia page

➫ LiSA’s Discography Wikipedia page

➫ Every Anime Song by LiSA fan-video compilation

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ﹋﹋﹌﹌﹌「 end. 」﹌﹌﹌﹋﹋

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ⭆ Back to Homepage ⭅

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Next Blog ⇨

#NEU-IS PH #Creative Non-fiction #Feature Article #Blogging #Personality Profile #aNikKis Fantasirealities #LiSA #Anisinger #Youtube

2 notes · View notes

powerovernothing · 4 years

Photo

And now for something entirely different to help breathe a bit of life back into my blog! After having a dry spell in terms of content around my three favorite boys, I thought I would add a touch of variety to the many numerous things that I have written in regards to the Knight, the Emperor, and the Assassin!

It should be no surprise that I oftentimes find inspiration in the strangest of places, but one thing that is always a constant source of inspiration for me is music. Or rather, certain songs that remind me so much of the boys that I cannot help but fit the lyrics to different parts of Korbin and his brother’s lives, or some scenario that they have went through – or will go through with time.

I very rarely post lyrical write ups on my blog, as they are what you would consider – by using an ancient term from fan fiction’s past – song fics, or even animatic scripts if you want to get a bit more clever, but since I was quite fond of the work I did for this song in particular… I thought that it may not hurt to upload it and see what the reactions may be!

So sit back, relax, and buckle down for almost nine thousand words worth of an emotional rollercoaster with the boys and their story that was born from the wonderful song Found/Tonight by Ben Platt, and Lin-Manuel Miranda! Thanks so much for reading~! ♥

We may not yet have reached our glory But I will gladly join the fight - The entire premise of this write up starts with the opening line, and the opening scene. And that, of course, begins right before the Battle of the Great Gate. Before the brothers, the Blades, and members of the Cheydinhal Family walk down to that field, and face off against the worst that Oblivion has to offer, all in the hopes of turning the tide back in their favor, and getting the last thing needed for the Portal to Paradise.

Martin, already in his Dragon Armor, stands in the main hall of Cloud Ruler Temple, and speaks to those before him. He tells them that they may be in an unspeakable position, that lives may be lost, they everything could go wrong... but even so, he will not stand around and simply watch. He will join such a battle and will fight for their freedom against Oblivion itself.

And when our children tell their story They'll tell the story of tonight - Lucien, in his Legends style of armor, comes to stand at Martin's side, and speaks to the crowd just as well. He explains that everything is against them, that so much could go wrong, and he is not certain how this battle will play out... but he has faith.

He has faith that whatever happens, whatever will come to pass, when those who remember this battle -- the children who are here in said battle, such as Ocheeva and Teinaava, and those that will come years afterwards -- will think back to this moment, be it glory or ruin, and know what they risked to put an end to the Crisis once and for all.

They will stand together, or they will fall together, and it all depends on how much they are willing to give to push back the forces of Oblivion.

They'll tell the story of tonight Tonight - Korbin stands away from the crowd, watching from the shadows as his brothers speak to the crowd before them. The army that is before them. And he feels himself uncomfortable with the entire situation. He looks down at his feet, listening to what his brothers say, and how confident they are in their abilities, and he feels... uneasy.

He has been here before, in another time, in another life, and yet he knows that there is so much more that is placed on the line. Not only do they have more people to stand with them, but Korbin knows that they have far more to lose because of it. Friends that he has made over the half year, family members that he loves and cares about... he knows that he could lose it all, once again, if he is not careful enough.

A bitter smile touches his lips, and his shuts his eyes to the memories that flood in his mind. The story of tonight? He's already lived this story, and he will do anything to make absolute certain that it does lead him down the same path as it did in the previous timeline. He refuses for such a thing to happen, and yet...

He doesn't realize that his brothers are feeling the same worry, the same discomfort, the same paranoia of what will happen in this battle, and yet keep a careful mask in place for the sake of their loved ones. For the sake of being strong. Of encouraging them, believing in them, and hoping it will be enough to help them fight.

Have you ever felt like nobody was there? - Lucien looks up from the crowd, and notices Korbin in the distance, and frowns softly. He thinks back to his childhood -- if you could even consider it such a thing -- and the time he spent with his family, and how he often fought, struggled, and desired to have affection, and love from them, and yet never received it. It made him feel as though he was alone.

And then into his adulthood where he feels as though he is being left behind. He was shunned by his parents, he was cared for by the previous Speaker of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, and she perished. He loved his previous Silencer, and yet she died trying to prove to him that she was more than capable. He was betrayed by the Brotherhood's traitor, and nearly lost his entire family because of his own paranoia.

And, worse of all, he feels next to useless during the course of the Oblivion Crisis compared to Korbin, and Martin. Korbin is the Hero of Kvatch, and Martin is the future Emperor. And what is he? A taker of life? An Assassin? They do so much good, so many amazing feats, and he... feels himself being forgotten, and he loathes such a feeling.

Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? - Korbin isn't aware that Lucien is looking at him, and dealing with his own concerns, his own worries. He is so lost within his own mind, and it is clouding his judgement, and silencing everything else around him.

He too, thinks back to his childhood -- and like his brother, although unaware of the similarities, wonders if he could consider it such a thing -- and how he was suddenly abandoned by his parents in the Waterfront District. Never truly understanding why they would simply leave him, and then walk away as he cried and reached out for them. The memory of them faded over the years, and became something repressed, and as he grew... he adapted to the cruel world around him.

He took his first life over his blanket and continued to kill to survive. He was brought into the Brotherhood, and he wound up losing the members of his family because he was following Lucien's commands to the letter. And then... he lost Lucien because of the very same mistakes.

And, just when he assumed that the world hadn't taken enough from him, hadn't tormented him, or laughed at his misery... then he lost Martin, and suddenly... he was alone again. Alone just as he had always been. And he just continued to walk, passing by everyone as he sought out a desperate source of comfort, and knowing all too well that no one cared for his pain, and that he had been forgotten by the world yet again.

Have you ever felt like you could disappear? - Martin doesn't look from the Blades, from the members of the Brotherhood, he holds his gaze, and yet his eyes slowly show an incredible amount of pain hidden within blue eyes that normally held such love, such comfort. He thinks of what he is doing, where he is, and what he has done throughout his life.

He thinks back to his childhood with Darius -- and although he took it for granted, especially compared to his brother's and their past, he did value it, he did treasure it, just not as much as he should have if he had known -- and he remembers his mistakes. His terrible, awful cycle of mistake that seemed to grow, and grow, and nearly consume him entirely.

He never realized that his dear adoptive father was sick until it was far too late. He wished to try and go to his farm, to say goodbye, to beg forgiveness after he had passed for never being there, for never seeing the signs, but he couldn't. He was too afraid.

So, he turned his back on what used to be his home and ran back to the shelter of the Mage's Guild. And when he returned, his friends did what they thought would be best for his guilt... by taking him to Sanguine. He let his past mistakes fall off of his shoulders for a time, he shed himself of the life he used to lead, he disappeared into something that he thought would help him -- the drink, the parties, the temptations --and then he made another mistake, and lost his friends because of it.

And what did he do? What did he do when he realized what he had done? He ran once more. Disappearing into Cyrodiil for a time and hoping that no one would piece together what had happened, what he had done. What he had continued doing, and how much of a foolish coward he truly was.

Like you could fall, and no one would hear? - During this lyric, there is a gentle piano beat that occurs three times whilst these words are sung in an equal amount of gentleness.

Thus, from this sort of thing, you can imagine that for a moment Korbin would clutch a hand over his chest. Wondering if he is doing what he needed, wondering if he will be able to protect his brothers from their fate, protect his family from suffering in a worse way than in the Original Timeline, and if he will, truly, be able to fix everything that he believed that he ruined the first time around.

The second beat is Lucien placing a trembling hand over the dagger that is sheathed in his belt. He wonders if he will be strong enough, protective enough, just simply enough for those he cares about in this upcoming battle. If he will be able to stand, next to his family, as well as the Blades, and not be assumed that he would turn against them and bring about their death because an Assassin never changes his shadows.

He wonders if he will be able to stand next to the Hero of Kvatch and the Future Emperor and keep them safe. Show them that he is strong, that he is capable. He wonders if they would believe him. He wonders if he believes himself.

The third and final beat would be Martin finally looking away from the Blades, from the Brotherhood, away from his brothers that linger beside him, and just in the distance, and he sighs deeply to himself. The feeling of self-doubt, and self-hate is beginning to creep upon himself, and he feels almost smothered in his armor.

In Tiber Septim's armor.

And questions if he is truly doing the right thing. If he is truly being what these people -- his people -- need out of a future Emperor. He wonders if he can march into battle and do what is needed to spare Cyrodiil from it's terrible fate at Mehrunes Dagon, and the Mythic Dawn's hands. Is this right? Is this who he is? Can a Bastard son of a dead Emperor truly lead this people to glory itself? To freedom? Or is he... simply going to run away the moment that the battle becomes too much? He isn't certain, and the thought terrifies him.

Well, let that lonely feeling wash away All we see is light - The sound of the crowd around him slowly pulls Lucien out of his thoughts, out of the darkness of his own mind, and he looks out towards both the Blades, as well as the members of the Cheydinhal family, and he feels a wave of relief come over him.

Perhaps, he is merely worrying about nothing. Perhaps he is more than capable of proving himself in the coming battle. Perhaps he will be able to prove himself to Martin, as well as Korbin.

And, when he thinks of his brothers, of those who remain at his side -- despite everything, despite all of his paranoia, worries, and everything else that darkens his thoughts -- he instantly sees Korbin smiling at him in the distance, and the feeling of Martin's hand suddenly coming to rest upon his shoulder. He sighs and returns their smile with one of his own. (These two lyrics are Martin and Korbin to Lucien)

'Cause maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay For forever - Lucien senses the feeling of Martin beginning to doubt himself, even despite the fact that he went out of his way to try and soothe his own worries. He feels as though his Light Brother is beginning to doubt that he deserves to be in this battle, that he does not belong in such a battle, and so many other things that he cannot even understand.

But what he does know, however, is that he absolutely despises seeing Martin doubt himself when he has been so strong for so long. Perhaps even Korbin senses that as well. The shine of their Light Brother has dulled slightly, and they know that should not be.

Lucien turns, takes Martin's hand in his own, and carefully pulls him into a half embrace -- or rather, as much of an embrace that he can manage, considering that the latter is in heavy armor -- and Martin relaxes slightly.

As they embrace, Martin looks over Lucien's shoulder, and sees Korbin smiling at him genuinely. And that is enough to cause Martin to feel as though the armor that he wears... is not nearly as heavy as it was only moments ago. (These two lyrics are Lucien and Korbin to Martin)

'Cause when you don't feel strong enough to stand You can reach, reach out your hand - Martin and Lucien eventually break from their embrace, and Martin continues to hold Korbin's gaze as he does so. Whatever that he may have felt in his moment of self-doubt, whatever he may have questioned about his place, and his strength... he sees it flickering in Korbin's own golden eyes, and he does not believe that such a thing should be allowed to continue.

He cannot simply reassure his siblings, and then take none of that reassurance for himself. Martin shares a secret look with Lucien -- one in which the Assassin understands all too well the meaning, and why he is giving it to him at all -- and the two of them move away from their place in front of the fire of the main hall, and over to where Korbin lingers in the distance.

If he does not believe in himself, then Lucien and Martin will do whatever they possible can to help him believe. They will stand at his side, as they always have done, and they will reassure him with their presence. If Korbin is reaching out, seeking comfort, seeking reassurance, then they will take his hand, and they will give that to him willingly.

That is what brothers are meant to do. Care for each other, and Korbin is going to help them, then by both Sithis and Akatosh, they are going to do the very same for him! (These two lyrics are Martin and Lucien to Korbin)

And oh - Korbin looks up from where his eyes had fallen back upon the hardwood floor in front of him and is instantly taken aback when he sees the familiar boots -- despite one of them paved in gold -- of his siblings standing before him. He finally looks up, meets their eyes, and is shocked to see them standing before him, and so willingly.

Did they... somehow know? Was it truly so obvious what he was feeling at the moment? They both seemed to be in much better spirits, and he was thankful for it, and yet... they were here? In front of him? To try and help him as well? He doesn't know what to say. He genuinely doesn't, and simply remains in stunned silence for a moment.

Raise a glass to freedom Something they can never take away - Martin and Lucien come to stand at Korbin's side, each of their hands coming to rest upon each of his shoulders, and they turn to face the crowds that had seen them move away from their prior place in the main hall, and walk over to where the Hero of Kvatch was waiting.

They had not even been aware of his presence, they had no idea, would have had no idea that he was even presence in such a crowd, if it was not for the fact that Lucien and Martin all but forced them to be aware of him. They speak up, keeping their -- almost protective -- grip on Korbin, and reassure the crowds -- and Korbin just as well -- that they will face the hordes of Oblivion, and they will conquer!

Because as long as they stand together, as long as they hold onto the connections that they have made in knowing one another, then that is their greatest source of power, and even the cruelest Daedra cannot dare to stand against them!

No matter what they tell you - Even as Lucien and Martin stand at his side, and speak to the crowds -- intentionally including him in such a speech, and reassuring them that they will stand against the forces of Oblivion with the Hero of Kvatch, the Future Emperor, and The Great Assassin protecting them -- Korbin still feels somewhat unsure.

It isn't as though he does not trust his brother's words, it is not as though he believes them to be lying, but he feels himself being pulled. Almost as though he's being pulled back away from his siblings, away from those that he loves, and would protect with his life.

His vision begins to darken, the sounds of his brother's words begin to fade, and he feels chains slowly beginning to wrap around his body. And a laugh, a terrible, truly horrible laugh ringing in his ears.

He's felt this feeling before; he knows very well what it is, and he wishes that it wouldn't happen right now. That he wouldn't interfere right before a battle that could either turn the tides in their favor, or drown them completely, and cause Korbin to lose his chance.

But he knows that is exactly what he would want. Mayhem. Mischief. If he could make his Little Raven squirm and doubt himself. It is what he lives for, after all. Anything to pull his future vessel closer to his side. Anything to remind him of what he will gain, and Korbin will lose, the moment the Crisis is over with.

Someone will come running To take you home - And yet, even though Korbin feels the pull of the Mad God in the back of his mind, even though he feels himself being yanked back, away from his loved ones, and the allure of drowning underneath layers, upon layers, upon years, and an entire lifetime of guilt seems oh-so tempting, especially when he believes himself to fail once again... he feels the pull, the allure, the waves beginning to fade.

He doesn't understand at first, he doesn't know why such a feeling is happening -- when he knows that Sheogorath wishes to play, wishes to torment -- but when he looks up; focusing his gaze upon what is in front of him... he sees Martin and Lucien smiling at him. Genuinely smiling at him with as much love as two men could feel towards their adoptive little brother.

That is the reason why he feels Sheogorath fading in his mind for a time. That is the reason why he growls under his breath, swears a line of insults in regard to his brothers -- the helpless, pitiful Assassin, and the worthless, blinding Priest, as he would surely say -- and then finally lets the chains fall for a time.

Because he knows that if he did not, their sheer presence alone would cause the game to lose it's fun for a time. There would always be other opportunities, other ways for him to remind Korbin of what is at risk, how that he will undoubtedly fail, and that there is no such thing as a third chance. But until that time came, until Sheogorath tormented his mind once more... he holds onto his brothers.

He holds onto their presence and knows that -- even in the darkest of moments -- they will be beside him to quiet the madness for a time.

Raise a glass to all of us - Finally believing that he knows his place in this battle, in this timeline, and believing that there is indeed a chance -- no matter how slim it may be -- that they will claim victory in the coming battle, Korbin moves forward and holds up a fist and speaks to the crowd.

He smiles; a real, genuine smile, and tells the Blades, as well as his fellow members of the Dark Brotherhood that they will surely win against the Daedra. He will rush into the Great Gate himself, destroy whatever creature is there lurking within, and then come back with the Great Sigil Stone in hand, and do whatever is possible to retrieve the Amulet of Kings, and end this Crisis once and for all!

And for a single moment, he looks less like the self-doubting man that was tormented by his actions in the previous timeline, and more like the leader he had become at Lucien's side in the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. More like an actual hero that Martin sees him as. And in such a moment... the two elder brothers smile with pride.

Perhaps they did very little to dissuade the worst of Korbin's thoughts, and fears... but at this single moment; they share in Korbin's glory. They share in his renewed strength. And they carry it upon their shoulders and allow such a sight before them to strengthen them, and quiet their own doubts, just as well.

Tomorrow they'll be more of us Telling the story of tonight - Korbin turns away from the crowds and flashes a more playful grin at his siblings after he is finished speaking. Before they have a chance to match his smile with one of their own, or even begin to question what he is so very happy about, he quickly pulls them into a tight embrace.

One arm over each of his brothers, and he shows his appreciation, and his affection towards them, towards what they are doing, and where they are, by doing what he does best. Hugging them and smiling as though the weight that he carries -- that they know he carries daily -- has now somewhat faded. They accept the embrace, and their own smiles grow.

Perhaps the battle will end up changing things. Perhaps there will be some of them within this temple that will not walk away unscathed, and perhaps some of them will not even come back at all... but Korbin believes in them. He believes in his brothers, his friends, his dark family, and -- for whatever possible reason -- they believe in him as well.

So, he holds onto such a hope, just as he holds his brothers in his actual embrace, and he keeps smiling. Hoping that the result of such a battle will be okay, that they will walk away from it with their heads held high, and not collapsed into a bloody pile somewhere.

Whatever may come, whatever happens, they will face it together, and they know that they will have a story to tell.

Or, there will be a story that is told. Somehow, somewhat, Korbin will make sure that his brother's actions, their strength, their journey -- as well as their survival -- is not forgotten. And secretly -- just to themselves, as they share another knowing look towards one another -- Martin and Lucien promises each other that they will do the very same on Korbin's behalf.

No matter what comes, no matter how the Crisis ends, no one will be forgotten. They will make absolute certain of it.

Out of the shadows The morning is breaking (they'll tell the story of tonight) - And then this is where the scene would fade away from the Battle of the Great Gate. From where the Emperor and the Assassin, as well as the Blades and the Dark Brotherhood fight for their very lives and hope and pray that their Hero of Kvatch will return back with the Sigil Stone, and close the Great Gate before the Deadra somehow manage to overthrow them.

The scene would fade, away from Korbin returning, Martin rushing over and embracing him, and Lucien smiling in the distance, and it would cut to a scene of Korbin, Martin, and Lucien walking away from the destroyed Temple of the One.

Lucien and Martin would be helping -- a newly revived -- Korbin walk away from the Temple District, and back towards the Imperial Palace, and then suddenly... they stop. Because Korbin is looking up, Korbin is smiling up at the clouds above him, and both Martin and Lucien are confused.

They do not know what he is staring at, they do not understand why he is smiling -- after just being brought back from death's cruel hand -- but when they follow his gaze, and see that the dawn of a new day is peeking out over the walls of the Imperial City... they smile just as well.

Because it is the start of a new day. It is the start of a new Era. The Oblivion Crisis is over, they are all three alive, and well, and they won. It's finally done.

This is the story that they wish to tell. The story of three brothers who, when faced with the worst that life had to offer, the very worst that all of Oblivion itself tried to throw at them -- to separate them, to break them apart, to destroy them -- they still stood at each other's sides.

They still relied on each other, protected each other, and now... now nothing is in their way. Now they can live their lives, and they can continue to write whatever story they wish to continue telling.

And all is new All is new All is new - And then the scene shifts away from the brothers walking away from the destruction of the Temple of the One, away from the memories of what happened just before Martin tapped into the power of the Amulet of Kings, as well as his own blessing, and Lucien followed suit in a desperate attempt to keep Martin from using too much power.

Instead, the scene would fade, and then you would see Martin's coronation in the chamber of the Ruby Throne. Once more, as there is three different lyrics, it would show three different scenes accompanying each.

For the first one, Martin would be walking out of the crowd, coming up to Ocato with a look of nervousness upon his face, but steeling himself for his future. Knowing that he is to be Emperor, and that Lucien told him that he was ready. That he was more than ready, and perhaps... he believes it himself.

Then, the next one would be Korbin coming next to Martin one he is finally crowned, and appointed Emperor officially, and bowing respectfully before him... before being pulled into a tight embrace by his brother. He may still be Emperor, but that doesn't change how he feels about his little brother.

And then finally, the last would have Lucien coming up to his pair of -- incredibly sappy -- siblings with a shake of his head, and a look of amusement over how they are acting in the middle of a crowded room, and then being pulled into the embrace by Martin and Korbin just as well.

It's only a matter of Time - One of the reasons why I genuinely love this song so much, and why I believe that it fits my Oblivion Verse -- outside of the lyrical obvious, of course -- is how often the lyrics play up the aspect of threes. I've done it twice now, and yet this lyric here is sung three times, and then finally a fourth to crescendo to an emotional climax before carrying on the rest of the song.

And because of such a thing, you know that I am going to take complete and utter advantage of it each and every time that the opportunity presents itself. Thus, carrying on from the above with the boys at Martin's coronation... the scene would continue with them being brought into a tight, overly emotional embrace with one another.

Lucien would be pulled in suddenly, a look of genuine surprise on his face, and then the boys would look at one another -- each of them accompanied with one time for each -- Korbin, then Martin, then Lucien, and they would simply laugh emotionally; tearfully, and not at all care what Ocato, or the other royalists or higher ups believe of such a show.

Right now, all that truly matters to them, is one another. They endured the Crisis, and they came out on top of everything. They endured the worst that Oblivion had to offer, and they survived. And whenever when it seemed that everything was against them, even when everything attempted to take away what it was that they cherished most... they still managed to turn the tides of fate itself and keep their family together.

And then the scene would fade, and much like the instance of the three brothers within the main hall of Cloud Ruler Temple, they would each endure some sort of thought, some sort of fear, and reach their lowest possible points.

Doubting themselves; doubting who they are. Being afraid of something coming to pass; or something that had indeed came to pass without realizing. Carrying the guilt of mistakes that were not theirs in the first place; and feeling as though the weight of the world has crashed around them.

Even when the dark comes crashing through - Lucien feeling absolutely consumed with the suffocating darkness of where he is in life. Normally such a darkness would be a comfort, a reassurance. It should be a means of showing that he is cloaked in the shadows of the Dread Father, and the Night Mother, and yet. He still feels himself at a loss for everything that happened over the course of his life.

Such as the loss of his previous Silencer, and how he believed that Lara resented him in her final moments for never being able to grant her what she desired most out of her beloved Speaker. The traitor's betrayal that had been lurking just out of view for so many years, and how such a thing nearly cost him everything because of his own mistakes, his remaining family included.

How he believes that he is still stuck underneath the terrible memories of his parents, almost looming over him when he believes himself to be healing, to be in a better place, with actual people that love him, and how he worries about becoming exactly like them, and never providing those, who he genuine cares for more than anything else in this bloodstained world, the trust and love that they so willingly deserve.

When you need a friend to carry you - Lucien's worries fade, and then the scene turns to Martin. Martin who feels himself stuck underneath the genuine terror of everything that he endured throughout his life that led up to the events of Kvatch.

He thinks back to when he was younger, and how he had so many dreams, so many things that he wished to accomplish, and then... before he knew what was happening, before he realized anything was wrong whatsoever -- swimming about in the waves of his own ignorance -- he lost his adoptive father Darius.

The man who raised him, the man who taught him everything, the man who loved him, even if Martin was not truly his flesh and blood child.

And in the aftermath of his guilt, he wound up underneath the foot of the Daedric Prince of Debauchery Sanguine, and how such a choice in his life ended up causing the deaths of his friends, those that he cared for, just as much as Darius... it only made the waves of what was once ignorance, turn into overwhelming guilt.

And then, making matters far worse, and foolishly believing that he could find something better if he kept his focus on those who needed his so-called caring healing hand.

But it was not enough, it was never enough, for then the invasion of Kvatch happened -- all in a means of finding him -- and he struggled to understand. He struggled to understand the Gods, and their plans, and struggled to make sense of knowing that so many people -- so many good people -- died because the forces of Oblivion wished to bring about the end to the Septim Dynasty once and for all.

He was unable to continue on by himself. He needed someone to be there for him, and to give him the strength that he desperately lacked.

When you're broken on the ground - And then, much like how Lucien faded to Martin, then Martin would fade to Korbin. Korbin who is deeply overwhelmed with the guilt of everything that took place throughout the course of the Original Timeline.

Feeling as though his knees can carry him no longer, and that every step forward is a step that causes the death of someone that he loves, someone that he cared about, and for some reason that he cannot even begin to understand, the death of someone who cared about him in turn.

What good would it be to keep walking? To rush out of the ruined Temple of the One, away from Ocato, away from Baurus, and Jauffre, and everyone that he deemed to be allies, when the two people that he loved the most... were now gone, and gone because of him?

Because of his naive, foolish, and awful choices that took away the only family he ever had. The only ones who ever truly saw him as something more. Someone far more than simply the shamefully abandoned child left upon the filthy streets to fumble about in his own ignorance that he so often saw within himself whenever he looked into the nearest mirror.

He crumbles to the ground in the harsh rain that followed in the aftermath of the events of the Temple of the One in the Original Timeline; overwhelmed with knowing that he is alone again, that there is nothing that can be done, and he simply cries.

You will be found - The boys have now reached their lowest possible point in their lives. Lucien is overwhelmed with doubt, Martin can no longer carry on with the weight of his past mistakes, and Korbin is broken because of his own actions, and yet; even despite the fact that they have crumbled, they have fractured, broken down, and are past the point of even trying to hold their own against the countless amount of numerous, unspeakable, terrible enemies... suddenly something finally changes.

Something that they never would have thought possible. Something that they would have never expected. Not in their lives, not in this world, and yet...

Suddenly Lucien no longer is drowning from the concepts of what ifs and what could bes, fueled by the worst aspects of his own paranoia because of what he could lose, and what he has lost.

Martin no longer believes that he has to force himself -- past his breaking point, and even past that just as well -- to use some sort of strength that he no longer has, that he never believed he had in the first place, and doesn't have to carry it all on his own.

And Korbin doesn't have to remain broken, forgotten, and suffocating underneath layers and layers of guilt of something that wasn't his fault; no matter what his own mind, what his own madness tells him otherwise.

Because, even in their darkest moments, even when they can no longer stand against it all... they have each other. They found each other. They no longer have to be alone and endure the torment of what terrifies them most in their most shielded, private moments, because now they have someone beside them.

Someone there to pull them up, brush them off, smile at them, and reassure them that everything will be okay. And, if it isn't -- not at first -- then they will continue to be beside them until it finally is. They don't have to be alone anymore, because they are wanted, they are cared for, they are finally found.

So let the sun come streaming in - As the darkness attempts to suffocate everything that Lucien ever knew, everyone that Lucien ever loved...a sudden light cuts through the terrible darkness -- not born of the Dread Father, not gifted by the Night Mother, something worse, something far worse, and frightening -- that is surrounding him; clouding his thoughts, and causing him to worry about every single action that he makes going forward.

The once infinite darkness then slowly turn to a soft grey, and even though he strains to see through the rays that appear, almost out of nowhere -- and he tries to see through his fingers that shield his eyes -- he doesn't turn away from such a sight. He doesn't reject it as he would have other such things.

This light is somehow warm, somehow almost inviting, and because of this feeling, this comfort, he actively moves forward to try and seek out the source.

'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again - In the destruction of Kvatch, when everything that Martin thought he knew -- everything that he thought he followed willingly, and hardly without question -- suddenly made no sense, and he began to doubt... only then does the door to the half ruined Chapel of Akatosh open up. Martin assumes it to be Daedra, that fate has finally come to bestow whatever he believes is proper to one such as him, and yet... suddenly there are two saviors rushing in instead.

They're terribly dirty, covered in blood, soot, and Divines only know what else. They're both tired, angry, and even despite their emotions during such a horrible situation, they call out for him specifically. One even calls him brother -- despite the fact that he is indeed referred to by such a name, by such a title -- and he does not quite understand why he feels drawn to such strange men.

Everything else is telling him to heal those who are injured, who are dying, and then finally get back upon the road, and put it all behind him once again. And yet these men will not allow him to do such a thing. He is told of his lineage, of who he really is, and they explain how they are there to protect him, to rescue him, to take him to safety... and, despite everything telling him otherwise, he believes them. He follows them. He trusts them.

If you only look around - Korbin still remains in the rainfall, crumbled upon the ground as he did in the aftermath of the events of the Temple of the One in the first timeline. He does not know how long he has stayed in such a position; he does not know how long the rain has fell around him, and he does not care.

But even despite the pain and the agony that he feels, two gentle hands come to touch his shoulder. He looks up in shock -- no one had ever thought to do such a thing to him before, not when he was broken, fractured, in his most venerable, and weakest state of mind -- and there are both of his brother's standing in front of him.

They smile gently down at him -- despite how he looks, despite how he cries, despite how much weakness he is showing -- and they pull him up. As they do, they instantly begin to soothe his cries, and comfort him. They embrace him tightly and tell him that it will be all right. That he doesn't have to face such emotion, such darkness alone. That he is never alone.

For even though he is often overwhelmed with his emotions, his guilt, his pain that lingers from the previous timeline, and it causes him to often second guess himself... his brothers are always there to hush those fears. Because they are with him, they'll always be with him.

You will be found - And at last, Lucien finds the source of the light that cut through his darkness. The light that followed, willingly, and without question, and at the end of the light, he finds Martin and Korbin waiting for him with open arms.

Martin goes with the strange men that he met in the destruction of Kvatch, as the Oblivion Crisis first began, and he follows them upon their path, upon their shared journey, until he finally moves forward as the Emperor with Korbin and Lucien at his side as his Knight and Adviser.

Korbin finally stands from where he had fallen, the storm that was raging behind him beginning to slow to a light trickle, and he allows Martin and Lucien to hold him close. To soothe him. To comfort him, and he embraces them just as tightly in return.

They may endure hardships upon hardships, they may suffer underneath the weight of their own fears and their past choices, they may second guess themselves if they are truly doing what is needed, and what will make the others around them proud... but they have each other throughout every doubt, every worry.

They're never truly alone, because they will be found by the other, and have be found, because they found each other and became a family.

And when our children tell their story - And then the scene suddenly fades away from the brothers being found by one another, and it cuts to a shot of three children.

Three children -- a young boy holding a large book, with dark skin, shining eyes, and a golden circlet around his forehead, a young girl who is nestled close to the boy, with two toned hair of shades of brown and grey, and golden eyes, and then another that sits on the opposite side of the two with shining black hair in a braid, and piercing eyes -- excitedly reading about the many numerous adventures, and journeys that have come before them.

The journeys that had happened before they were even born. Those of which they had heard about in passing and were eager to know more of the time in which Shadow and Flame clashed, and what exactly brought about the End to Madness at last.

You will be found - The shot of the children reading begins to close in on the words within the book, and the scene slowly fades away to a nearly empty chamber. A chamber that is filled with nothing but darkness, and the most unbearable, unimaginable pain.

Two men stand together, side by side, and their blessings begin to appear to the eyes of the one who dares to defy them. Who dares to come between them, and the one that they would face off against the very depths of Madness itself to protect.

They'll tell the story of tonight - A pair of sharp golden wings appear upon the shoulders of the one who stares up at the Mad God with protective fury in his eyes; the wings coming to drape around his shadowy companion, and the one who had fallen behind them.

A thick smoke of red tinted mist falls off of the one who carries the artifact that would bring about even a Daedra's doom, and they block his attempts of getting to his Little Raven with as much power as they are able to wield.

In the distance, floating in the height of his supposed victory, floats the spectral form of Sheogorath himself, and he looks down at them with a cheerful smile. Taunting them, encouraging them, seeing if they are capable of coming between what is rightfully his for one final time.

Would they defy fate itself for the sake of keeping The Mad God away from their little brother? Without a doubt. They had done so before, without even realizing it, and now that they knew. Now they understood their own powers, and what their brother had given up, what he had sacrificed... they would do so again a second time.

No matter what they tell you - The children turn the page, and sudden the scene changes as well.

Martin and Lucien face off against The Mad God, and finally defeat him. They strike him down with their combined strength, their combined rages of what he has done to their brother over the course of so many years, and how close -- how often -- he came to ripping him away.

And that was Sheogorath's first mistake. He may have seen his Little Raven as nothing more than a broken bird, and yet... Lucien and Martin still wanted him. Still loved him. They saw his faults, his flaws, and accepted them all the same. And when it came time for the Mad God to come for his due, to get what he was owed, they stood in his way... and he did not expect such a thing.

And when it is done; when it is finally finished, and Sheogorath's spectral form fades away with a bitter, ironic, defeated chuckle... they rush back over to Korbin and heal him of the injury that he sustained in such a risk.

They had one shot. One small shot to free their brother from the pain, and the agony, and now that the one who had hurt him for so long was finally gone... they are desperate to bring him back from the brink of death itself. They had come so far, too far, and would not let him go so easily.

Tomorrow they'll be more of us - The children are hanging on the edge of their seats; their eyes widened, and desperate to know how it all ends. They continue to flip the page -- excited, overjoyed stars shining in their eyes -- and then the scene fades once again.

It fades to Korbin being brought back from the brink. To him waking up, much to the relief of his two terrified older brothers, and genuinely smiling for the first time in months. He looks towards Martin -- who laughs with gentle tears in his eyes at such a sight before him -- and then he turns towards Lucien. He speaks a clever quip, hoping to invoke some sort of emotion from Lucien, hoping that, in doing so, he would force his brother to speak... and when such playful words leave his lips, Lucien grabs him in a sudden, overwhelming tight embrace.

The two Assassins fall backwards into a collective heap, laughing as they go, and rest their foreheads against the other as they weep openly in knowing what they actually managed to achieve. In what they saved, despite everything saying that they would fail. That they would lose. That they would remain incomplete and be fractured in such unimaginable ways. In whom they saved from a Mad God's cruel hand.

Lucien pulls Korbin into a sit after a moment, they turn to Martin, and hold out their arms for him to come into the tearful embrace as well. It feels familiar, as though they did this so long ago, within similar chambers, and yet with a far greater audience.

They laugh to themselves; they hold each other close, and they allow themselves to breathe, and savor their hard-earned victory against the wrath of Oblivion a second time.

Telling the story of tonight - The scene slowly fades away from the brothers and their tearful embrace, and the young children close the book with large smiles on their faces.

They had heard the tales in passing, they had heard of such a remarkable feat from those that they cared for, and those they loved, and yet... now they have actually read it thoroughly. They actually had their chance to know it all in the most in-depth, gloriously detailed way possible. And knowing all that three great heroes had managed to accomplish -- against Oblivion, against the Mad God -- simply causes them to latch onto one another as well.

They laugh happily, albeit with far less tears, and suddenly familiar stars twinkle brightly in their eyes, and they want to know more.

They want to hear more adventures. They want to know everything that happened before their time. They want to grasp onto the strength and inspiration that such tales give to them, and possibly form their own story in turn. To follow in their footsteps, place down the roadwork to their own wonderful tales, and amazing adventures, and somehow make those that they admire most of all proud of their hard-earned accomplishments.

The story of tonight - As they break away from their emotional embrace after an extended moment, they look out to the distance, and see three men standing there in waiting. And it was somehow possible, the stars in their eyes twinkle all the more, and they instantly are up on their feet.

Running forward, smiling widely, and asking so many questions in breathless gasps. Did they know what they just read, did it really happen in such a way, did they really face off against Mehrunes Dagon himself, and The Mad God as well?

How did they find the courage of being able to keep going when everything around them seemed impossible? What sort of strength did they truly have when they were together? What new adventures are they going to have, and can they come along as well?

The children want to know everything; every possible thing about what they read, what they just learned, and they refuse to take no for an answer.

Three brothers look down at their children and laugh warmly at such intense curiosity. They hold out their hands to them and promise to tell them everything with time. But for now, for the rest of the day, all they wish to do is walk alongside their children and see where the road takes them.

And if, by some chance, they stumble upon a new journey that was ten times more amazing than what their children just read... well, then they would surely greet such a thing with open arms, and an ever-playful smile.

Not only because the thought of something new, something exciting, made them eager for new opportunities, and a brand-new adventure, but because whatever was out there, whatever was waiting... they would face it together. Just as they had always done, and just how they always will.

The children smile up at their fathers, and back towards each other upon hearing such wonderful words, and they nod their heads. It sounded amazing, absolutely amazing, and they couldn't wait to see where such a road would take them together.

After all, it was only a matter of time~

#hero of kvatch #martin septim #lucien lachance #the elder scrolls oblivion #tes oblivion #The Knight The Emperor And The Assassin~#My Fan Fiction~

37 notes · View notes

zerogate · 4 years

Text

The late David Bowie was asked if his inspiration included dreams and he stated it happened frequently: "There's a thing that, just as you go to sleep, if you keep your elbows elevated you will never go below the dream stage. I've used that quite a lot and it keeps me dreaming much longer than if I just relaxed. I keep a tape recorder by the bed, and if anything comes, I just say it into the tape recorder."

Arlo Guthrie, an American folk singer and songwriter, once said that music was like a stream going by. "Songwriting's kinda like catching fish - you just sit there and pull them out as they go by - though I think Bob Dylan's upstream from me somewhere."

"The best songs that are written write themselves," said Michael Jackson. "You don't ask for them; they just drop into your lap... I don't force it. I let nature take its course. I don't sit at the piano and think, 'I'm going to write the greatest song of all time.' It doesn't happen. It has to be given to you. I believe it's already up there before you are born, and then it drops right into your lap."

[...]

Some of the stories about dream music are so bizarre they just couldn't be made up. Consider the story of "Mystery Woman" written by U2's Bono. As Bono tells the story he is about to play a major concert in Wembley Stadium and was not able to sleep the night before. He stayed up most of the night watching the movie Blue Velvet on repeat and became aware of Roy Orbison's song "In Dreams" every time it came up in the movie. Orbison, himself, claimed that when he came up with the song "In Dreams" in 1962, he got the lyrics to the song in a dream. Eventually, Bono fell asleep and woke up with a song in his head. At first, he believed it was another Orbison song but then realized that it was new. He played the new Orbison-sounding song about a "mystery woman" to his band during the concert sound check. When they heard how it happened they told him he had "a bit of voodoo in him." When the concert was over, Bono sat down backstage to finish the song. Suddenly, his bodyguard knocks on the door and says Roy Orbison and his wife were at the concert and would like to meet him. No one knew Orbison would be attending! During the meeting, Orbison synchronistically said he would like to work with U2, and then asked, "you wouldn´t happen have a song for me?" Bono then told him of the Orbison-like song that appeared in his head that morning. Orbison sang the song and it was released after his death. The album, Mystery Girl became a worldwide hit reaching #5 on the US Billboard 200, and #2 on the UK Albums Chart.

[...]

Noel Gallagher of the UK rock band Oasis sold the third best-selling record in the country. Gallagher stated he used lucid dreaming to create songs. "I write a song before I go to bed," Noel told Alternative Press in December 1995. "I won't have any lyrics, just a melody. If I can remember it first thing in the morning, then I know it's good. I've done it with 'Don't Look Back in Anger' and nearly every song on Definitely Maybe. When I woke up, I remembered the songs chord-for-chord - I knew the vowels and syllables I was gonna use."

[...]

The claims for dream music go back for centuries. Mozart claimed to hear his best music when he slept but couldn't remember it when he woke up. The composer Revel stated that the most wonderful music came to him in his dreams. Anton Bruckner spoke of perhaps his most famous piece “Symphony No 7, 1st movement." “This theme wasn't mine at all. One day the (deceased) conductor Kitzler and old friend of mine from Linz appeared to me in a dream and dictated the thing to me. I wrote it down straight away. 'Pay attention,' added Kitzler, ‘this will bring you success.'"

[...]

Probably the most famous song that came in a dream was the song "Yesterday" by Paul McCartney. It has the most cover versions of any song ever written (2200) and, according to record label BMI, was performed over seven million times in the 20th century. McCartney described a song being his head when he woke up one morning. There was a piano in the room and he quickly recorded the melody and lyrics. McCartney stated:

I woke up with a lovely tune in my head. I thought, 'That's great, I wonder what that is?' There was an upright piano next to me, to the right of the bed by the window. I got out of bed, sat at the piano, found G, found F sharp minor 7th -- and that leads you through then to B to E minor, and finally back to E. It all leads forward logically. I liked the melody a lot, but because I'd dreamed it, I couldn't believe I'd written it. I thought, 'No, I've never written anything like this before.' But I had the tune, which was the most magic thing!

Once he had the song McCartney was still unsure so he checked around to see if he had just rewritten something he heard but had forgotten.

For about a month I went around to people in the music business and asked them whether they had ever heard it before. Eventually, it became like handing something into the police. I thought if no-one claimed it after a few weeks then I could have it.

[...]

Marcus Eoin from the band Boards of Canada wrote the song "Gyroscope" which came in a dream. He stated, "Yeah for me it would be the track 'Gyroscope'. I dreamed the sound of it, and although I've recreated dreamt songs before, I managed to do that one so quickly that the end-result was 99% like my dream. It spooks me to listen to it now."

[...]

Carole King was a prolific singer-songwriter with over 25 solo albums in 50 years. Her highlight album was the 1971 masterpiece Tapestry, which topped the charts for six weeks and remained on the charts for six years. It outsold The Beatles' Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album and included the iconic 1972 Grammy song of the year "You've Got a Friend." Speaking of that song King said, "That song was as close to pure inspiration as I've ever experienced. The song wrote itself. It was written by something outside of myself through me. It happens from time to time in part. That song is one of the examples of that process where it was almost completely written by inspiration and very little if any perspiration."

[...]

On May 6, 1965, in Clearwater, Florida, while on their first U.S. tour, according to a St. Petersburg Times article, about 200 young fans got in an altercation with a line of police officers at the show, and The Stones made it through just four songs as chaos ensued. That night, Keith Richards woke up in his hotel room with the guitar riff and lyrics, "Can't get no satisfaction" in his head. He recorded it on a portable tape deck, went back to sleep, and brought it to the studio that week. The tape contained his guitar riff followed by the sounds of him snoring. Richards stated, "We receive our songs like inspiration, like at a séance. People say they write songs, but in a way, you are more the medium. I feel that all the songs are floating around, and it is just a matter of being like an antenna, of whatever you pick up. So many uncanny things have happened to us. A whole new song appears from nowhere in five minutes, the whole structure and you haven't worked at all."

[...]

Beethoven - "I must accustom myself to think out at once the whole, as soon as it shows itself, with all the voices, in my head." He used sketchbooks to write down his ideas when they flew into his head so as to not forget them. "Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy." "Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind, but which mankind cannot comprehend." "Music is the mediator between the life of the senses and the life of the spirit." "Tones sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes."

-- Grant Cameron, Tuned-In: The Paranormal World of Music

#quotes

20 notes · View notes

only-by-the-stars · 3 years

Text

the annotated Tome of the Wild

Part 7: The Wild!

- Link didn't open his eyes. A twist on the beginning of BOTW, where you hear Zelda telling Link to open his eyes. I couldn’t resist.

- Hestu’s cameo was a lot of fun to write too. I always found him adorable, first in BOTW and then in AOC as well, and the idea of him waking up Link with his maracas was too amusing not to do. I also had to include his “shimmy shimmy” battle cry from AOC because I always laugh my head off whenever I hear it.

- This also reveals that Midna brought Link to the Great Deku Tree, a character that debuted in OOT and made further appearances in WW and BOTW.

- Something tickled her arm, breaking her out of her gloomy thoughts. Midna lifted her head and looked down. New growth was sprouting from the branch she was sitting on, wriggling its way up onto her. Nothing like this happens to Beatrice in the show, but I had to put in this chilling little moment of Midna nearly succumbing to the dekuwood. It provides a way later to introduce Rhoam’s presence in his scene, as well as some horror at what could’ve happened to her here.

- Note to self: never visit Tabantha if you can help it... Tabantha, of course, being a very cold region in BOTW’s Hyrule. Link’s newfound hatred of snow mirrors my own, and now he’s going to associate it with this horrible experience.

- “It's a bad habit, I guess.” He laughed softly. He’s referring, of course, to how he casually greeted Riju and Medli back at the school pool and they gave him a bit of a hard time about it.

- “You...” Midna stared at him for several seconds, stunned. “You...” She slapped his hand away and starting swinging her tiny fists at him, which he easily dodged. “You oaf! You idiot! What the hell—what the hell is wrong with you? How can you forgive me so easily, when you're still in a shit situation because of me? Neither one of us would be out here groping around blindly in the fucking snow if not for what I did!” I set up Midna and Link to be parallels of each other in a couple ways. One of which is that while Link has isolated himself from Mipha, hurting and confusing her, Midna is on the other end of something similar with Zelda. And here we see something they both struggle with: forgiving themselves. Midna can’t understand how Link can so easily forgive her actions towards him, while Link utterly despises himself for his actions towards Mipha and cannot forgive himself for causing her pain. He’ll later struggle with the fact that Mipha forgives him easily, just as Midna is having trouble understanding his forgiveness of her here. All of them find it easier to forgive their loved ones than to grant that same grace to themselves.

- “She told me that while she appreciated how much I cared, I should think a little more and be less reckless. I know she'd never call me stupid, but...” Link shrugged. “Honestly, I kind of am.” Another reference to Mipha calling Link reckless, and how she hates seeing him get hurt. He is indeed not the smartest guy around, but she does describe him as being very kind and determined to help those in need, so I tried to emphasize that aspect of his personality in this story. Although the “I kind of am” line is also intended to be a subtle red flag. We’ve already seen that Link thinks very little of himself and his abilities, even when it’s clear from the words of others that he’s very talented. And we’re about to soon see him use a bit of intelligence he very much does have, in order to save the day. He would never believe himself capable of such a thing, but he does it anyway.

- “Even just a few branches could be processed... enough to get us through this storm...” Note the use of the plural here. This is leading up to the revelation about his belief that Zelda is in the lantern. His desperation to find more oil anywhere is because, of course, he believes that if the light goes out she will die. And he wouldn’t be in this scarcity if not for what happened back in chapter one, with Link and Aryll and the dog accidentally wrecking the mill and his oil supply.

- He was soon rewarded with a most welcome sight: a single dekuwood branch, growing out of that of a normal tree. It seemed sickly, withered, and it waved feebly in the air, but he rushed forward and hacked it off anyway. The very same branch that tried to attach itself to Midna, sickly and withered precisely because of that failure.

- And now we come to the confirmation that the dekuwood is made from the people who succumb to despair and exhaustion in the woods, right as we see it growing all around Aryll. Rhoam has been unaware this entire time of all the souls he’s sacrificed over the past several months, and now that he knows, he refuses to do it any longer. For he, like Midna, recognizes that Zelda would never want anyone to be harmed for her sake.

He’s also right that Link would never leave Aryll to such a fate, recognizing Link’s love and protectiveness towards his little sister. This is a point where my characterization of Link wildly diverges from that of Wirt, the protagonist of OTGW. I pulled some things from Wirt for Link and his arc, but one thing I didn’t keep was the resentment and initial callousness that Wirt displays for Greg, who is revealed in the tavern sequence to be his half-brother thanks to his mother remarrying, something Greg frowns at when Wirt mentions it. Aryll is also technically Link’s half-sister, as I revealed in the letters that his mother remarried some years after his father’s death and had Aryll with her new husband, but I could not for the life of me see him being resentful or unkind to his little sister. Whatever his faults, I’ve written him as being, at his core, an incredibly kind and deeply loving person, and his adoration of his sister is a part of that. He doesn’t view her as a “half” anything, she’s just his sister and he’ll do anything to protect her. Which of course is a big part of what led to his breakdown: his feelings of guilt over not doing as good a job of that as he thinks he should be doing.

- “Link, I don't... I don't think that's natural light. It looks more like...” This has a double meaning. The fire in the lantern is not the “natural light” of the sun, and it is also deeply unnatural, given that it’s the Beast’s soul in there.

- Speaking of that! The confrontation with the Beast plays out a bit differently here than it does in the show, thanks to Midna’s personal connection to all this. Rhoam’s mention of Zelda gets her attention, and the Beast uses her love for Zelda as a way to try and turn her and Link against each other with his attempt to make them choose which soul will go into the lantern. He’ll get fuel and kill Aryll either way, but why not pit these two against each other as a way to manipulate them into doing what he wants? Except it backfires, because Midna won’t harm anyone for Zelda’s sake, and Link figures out what’s going on anyway, thanks to remembering the words of Rhoam and Telma.

- Link stood up, his mind racing. It was like when the solution to a puzzle finally presented itself in a moment of stunning clarity. For all that he’s not that bright in so many ways, it’s important to remember that he’s canonically able to solve all those tricky puzzles we do, without benefit of a guide, just using his wits and the tools he has at hand. And so too does he solve this particular puzzle, by remembering what he’s been told and piecing it together with what he sees here, thinking about the fact that the Beast’s story doesn’t add up. Which saves the day, in the end.

- “Am I wrong?” Link repeated, his voice shaking with barely suppressed fury; he took a few more steps, forcing the Beast to retreat further. “No more lies. Tell the truth for once, Beast.” Referencing, of course, the fact that Telma told him the Beast lies. He’s absolutely furious right now because of the attempt on Aryll’s life; you do not mess with Link’s loved ones. The Beast, too, fucked around and found out the hard way.

- In the show, Wirt gives the lantern back to the Woodsman to blow out after the delivery of the “Are you?” line that I kept (and had Link nail the delivery of on his first try, unlike Wirt, because that’s what makes sense for both their characters). Here, I chose to let Link kill the Beast, because he is, after all, the legendary hero who slays the villain. But even more importantly, I felt he deserved and had earned such a moment with his growing courage over the course of the tale.

- “See you later, Link.” Hey, remember how Midna broke all our hearts by saying a similar line to Link in TP as she broke the mirror and went back to her world? I sure do!

- “Sleepers wake, dreams will fade... although we cling fast..." This, and the lyrics that close out this section, are the first few lines of the vocal version of Ballad of the Wind Fish that was done for the LA remake.

- There were lights and shadowy figures coming closer, and voices—was someone calling his name? As I would later reveal in the prologue of a place to start, Mipha was screaming his name as she ran down the hill towards him.

- The words he wanted so badly to say to her hung on the tip of his tongue And it shows on his face, that desire to express the love for her that is all but bursting out of him in this moment, and Mipha sees it. She sees that love shining in his eyes as they stare at each other, giving her her hope back and then some. In a way, Link was right: if he hadn’t hidden from her, she would’ve realized what his real feelings for her are. He just didn’t know how happy it would’ve made her. But he will soon.

- “—and that's how we got away from the evil possessed lady!” Out of the corner of his eye Link saw Aryll shake the frog triumphantly, and Mipha, distracted by the sudden commotion, looked away from him. A small, muffled chime sounded, and the amphibian's stomach glowed. “The ringing of the bell commanded her! Though she wasn't really evil, just...” The series is never clear on just what the otherworld the brothers enter is, but it is clear that it really happened to them, and I preserved that ambiguity in the same way, by showing the bell as still being in the frog’s stomach.

- Link nodded. “Yes.” It didn't matter anymore how it'd gotten into her pocket; he'd made it, and brought it with him tonight, with the intention of giving it to her. There was no more question of taking it back or denying it. Courage has been achieved; he’s no longer going to hide or pretend, or try to take back the gift he worked on so hard. Midna is right: he’s been so brave in the Wild, and it’s time to apply that bravery to confessing his feelings to Mipha and letting her know that he loves her. The words will have to wait till the next day, but for now he’s doing all he can to face his fears and stop running, by hugging her and holding her hand and wiping her tears away, letting his love show in his expression as he looks at her without avoiding her eyes. Plus, of course, admitting to his intentions with the tape and inviting her over to listen to it together. They’re finally getting a breakthrough after two months of separation and pain.

- The doctor, Syrup, is a recurring NPC throughout the series, a witch who brews up helpful healing potions for Link to use on his adventures.

- I'm home, Mipha. Calling back, of course, to Midna’s line about there being someone waiting for him and to go home to her. Not only that, but in Mipha’s letters, I had her mention wanting him to “come back to her”. And now he finally has.

and that wraps this up, as the epilogue is composed strictly of Miphlink fluff and sweet, sweet payoff. if you took the time to read the fic and these write ups, thank you, I hope you enjoyed them! ❤

#annotations #and happy zelda anniversary!

3 notes · View notes

lorei-writes · 4 years

Text

Masamune x Polish!MC

Thanks a lot to @datenoriko for suggesting this and for @nad-zeta for writing hers (VERY INSPIRING, SERIOUSLY, GO CHECK THOSE OUT) headcanons :D Here’s my version. I wrote for Polish MC in particular, because I didn’t want to be disrespectful and there’s a lot of historical nuance that I could butcher otherwise.

[Note from future Lorei: This is honestly very stupid and I cannot believe I didn’t write it when I was 15, geez.]

Content Warnings: profanities, kidnapping, pain, injuries

Background information & notes:

Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth was partitioned by Habsburg Austria, Kingdom of Prussia and Russian Empire. As the result of annexations, the country disappeared from the world maps for 123 years. I will not go into detail about how the situation of Polish people was different in each of the parts, since that’s besides the point, but well - keep in mind that it did differ greatly. One can argue that the marks of it are still visible today, both in infrastructure, architecture and language.

I was born in the South-Eastern region of Poland and as such, that’s where I’d like my MC to be brought up.

MC is in no way representative of how each and every woman from Poland is. I tried to write her based on the women of my family, my friends, classmates, basically - the people I’ve seen and spent my time with.

I will not include anything religion-related, although it is a thing that’s present in lives of everybody (even atheists) here (to be more precise, Catholicism). Why? Because it is a very controversial topic, one of huge complexity.

... There will be profanities, because I love my Polish swearwords - and CURSE YOU ENGLISH. WHEN I YELL THE CURSE I WANT TO SOUND LIKE A FREAKING FERAL ANIMAL

Broken English in italics = broken Japanese.

There will be a dictionary at the end, so don’t worry.

Masamune

Upon meeting her, he did not understand anything she said - well, none of them did. However, she did rescue lord Nobunaga - a funnily dressed foreigner that seemingly didn’t speak Japanese couldn’t be that bad, could she?

Yet she still was thrown into the dungeon. In his mind, that was the perfect opportunity to investigate on his own.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Masamune sneaked into her cell. Soon, his blade was on her throat. “ Who are...?” he started, but was instantly cut off by her yelling: “ Czy was tu wszystkich kurwa do reszty pojebało?!” He stood there, staring at her. Seeing his confusion, she pointed at him and then tapped on her temple a couple of times, an unimpressed look on her face.

Was she suggesting that he was insane? Hah, that certainly was some lass. He laughed loudly and gestured for her to follow him.

Well, it certainly took some explaining, but in the end, she got a job as one of the maids. After all, you hardly need to understand language to sweep the floors and do the cleaning.

However, she... Didn’t exactly fit in. Not just because of her weird mother tongue - she was taller than most women and not exactly petite. Appearance wise, she resembled the Portuguese missionaries, but that wasn’t exactly this either.

Masamune came around to “bother” her at times. To his surprise, she started to picking up the basic words by herself. Sometimes, she’d point an object, say something (presumably the name of it in her language) and wait for him to do so as well.

One day, she did just that while cleaning the floor of a veranda. “ Chrząszcz.” It took a second to register. Was that really a word? “ Chrząszcz,” she repeated, staring at him. Right, he had to reply, otherwise she’d never stop. “ A beetle.”

Later that day, he tried to pronounce the word. He couldn’t do it. Actually, he started thinking that she was making it all up.

That, however, changed once he heard her sing. Unaware of his presence, she continued working, the song filling the air: “Gdy swe oczy otworzyłem Wielki żal ogarnął mnie Po policzkach łzy spłynęły Zrozumiałem wtedy, że Czarny chleb i czarna kawa Opętani samotnością Myślą swą szukają szczęścia Które zwie się wolnością”

To his delight, she started speaking broken Japanese within a couple of months of her stay at Azuchi. Finally, he could satiate his curiosity - or at least he planned to.

She went out to do the shopping in the afternoon, but didn’t return after the dusk. Thinking something bad must have happened to her, Nobunaga issued a search. Masamune volunteered to lead it.

She woke up with a start, her head throbbing. She looked around - where was she? It seemed to be a tiny hut of sorts. She got up, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was happening outside through the crack in the door. A man was guarding it. Did she hear a river? Whinny of horses? She had to escape - she search for cracks in the walls, until she found one. She recognized that armour. They were looking for her! She had to make some noise!

She yanked at the door, but it didn’t want to give out. She banged at it with her fists, yelling: “ Tutaj! Ratunku!”

The kidnapper didn’t understand the weird language, so he didn’t react at first. However, once the heard the approaching horses, he decided he had to silence her. He got inside the hut and gripped her by the wrists, telling her to shut up.

To his surprise, she struggled against him, breaking free of his hold on her.

He pinned her arms to the wall of the hut, threatening to hurt her if she even squeaked. “ A weźże ty mnie kurwa w nos pocałuj!” she yelled, before headbutting him.

Surprised, the man didn’t react instantly. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she kicked him hard.

It didn’t exactly work, though. Infuriated, the man wanted to punch her - yet, he didn’t notice the rescue that had just arrived. Masamune stopped his fist in the air.

Masamune didn’t see her in the couple of the following days, as they all worked to find out who was the person behind her kidnapping - and why was she even considered a target in the first place.

When he finally met her, he was stunned. Her entire forearms were covered in bruises in the shade of deep purple, almost black. He lifted her hands up, saying: “ I’ll check you up for wounds. Wounds. Check. You.” To his surprise, she shook her head and smiled brightly. “ Boli, znaczy że żyje. Hurt mean alive.”

It dawned on him then - he never really saw her smile before. They were complete strangers, but he wanted to know more.

With the language barier in place, it wasn’t exactly an easy task. Granted, she could understand simple sentences - yet, it wasn’t enough. Masamune was up to the challenge and so, he asked her to teach him her language.

Given the grammatical cases that influenced form of both nouns, adjectives and numerals, he soon started regretting his choice. The nouns had gender? Two future tenses? And what was up with all those ch-h, rz-ż, u-ó pairs that sounded exactly the same, but somehow weren’t interchangeable? Not to mention how some words seemed to consists exclusively of consonants. Rybołówstwo? -wstwo?

“ Okay. Your turn. Na wyścigach wyścigowych wyścigówek wyścigowych wyścigówka wyścigowa wyścignęła wyścigówkę wyścigową numer sześć.” Masamune blinked fast. “ It was the same word over and over again, right?” “ Nope. Maybe w Szczebrzeszynie chrząszcz brzmi w trzcinie?”

It seemed she tried to torture him. Though, having her laugh, even if at him, made him feel warm.

One day, he was taking a stroll and heard her voice. This time, however, he understood the words she hummed to herself. “ Raz i dwa, raz i dwa, Dziewczynka Wojenka na imię ma. Trzy i cztery, trzy i cztery, Dziwne ona ma maniery. Pięć i sześć, pięć i sześć, Wcale lodów nie chce jeść. Siedem, osiem, siedem, osiem, Wciąż o kości tylko prosi. “

“Where do you come from, if you sign about war like that?” he asked. “ Can’t tell you. You’ll think I’m mad.” “ Try it either way.” “ You see, future. But I can’t say wars aren’t a thing anymore. Sadly.”

After that, they spoke for a while. Apparently, her grandparents were both in partisan army. She grew up hearing their stories - or much rather, what little was said about the horrors of the war. What surprised him, though, was her request.

“ Will you teach me how to use a sword?” “ A sword? Why?” “ I can’t be helpless. I have to adapt.” “ That’s the spirit,” he laughed.

She certainly was a curious creature, one with a will to survive. She was amusing... Although sometimes she did find a way to get on his nerves.

“ I am NOT cute.” “ You are. You have lisp and can’t say “r” like little child that can’t speak good yet.”

Dictionary & Notes:

“ Czy was tu wszystkich kurwa do reszty pojebało?!” - “Are you all fucked in the damn head here?”, although not exactly. The Polish version doesn’t entail anything that could indicate any connection to psychological disorder or madness. Both “kurwa” and “pojebało”(pojebać) are swear words that would be translated to “fuck”. Recently those words lost a bit of their shocking effect, but if you ask me - you still don’t want your mother to hear you saying those. Under any circumstances. Direct translation would be “Are you all fucking fucked up here?”

“Chrząszcz” - a beetle. However, can we appreciate the nasal “ą” sound and the fact that it’s the only vowel in the entire word? Apparently, it’s hard to pronounce for foreigners :D

“Gdy swe oczy otworzyłem /Wielki żal ogarnął mnie /Po policzkach łzy spłynęły /Zrozumiałem wtedy, że //Czarny chleb i czarna kawa /Opętani samotnością / Myślą swą szukają szczęścia /Które zwie się wolnością” - lyrics from song, you can listen to it here. “ When I opened my eyes/ a grief overwhelmed me /Tears run down my cheeks/ Then I understood that // Black bread and black coffee / Possessed by loneliness / Keep searching with their thoughts for happiness/ name of which is freedom” (excuse the translation, I wrote it myself). I don’t listen much to Polish music, but this was somewhere around ever since I remember - I think many people would recognize it? Plus, the theme of freedom seems to be rather common one.

“ Tutaj! Ratunku!” - “Here! Rescue me!”

“ A weźże ty mnie kurwa w nos pocałuj!” - “ Fuck, kiss my nose.”; There’s another version of with, “pocałuj mnie w dupę” (kiss my ass). This one is more polite? Less crude? Either way, it means “I’m fed up with your bullshit.” Note: weźże is an verb derived from “weź” (to take) by adding a particle “że” at the end. Said particle indicated irritation and frustration. Construction weź + do something (weź idź na spacer - go on a walk!) is basically an order/ a request said with some level of irritation.

“ Boli, znaczy że żyje. “ - “If it hurts, it’s alive.”/ “If you’re hurting, you’re alive.” ; that one isn’t exactly universal, but it was a huge one for me. I always heard it from my grandparents and aunts.

Rybołówstwo - ... Fishing. When pronounced, it’s “rybołóstwo” - we still have a cluster of consonants here, but it’s easier to deal with.

“ Na wyścigach wyścigowych wyścigówek wyścigowych wyścigówka wyścigowa wyścignęła wyścigówkę wyścigową numer sześć. “ - “During the racing event the racing car got ahead of the racing car number six.”; tongue-twister If you were wondering,the adjectives are in bold. The crossed out word is the predicate of the sentence (the verb).

w Szczebrzeszynie chrząszcz brzmi w trzcinie - in Szczebrzeszyn a beetle can be heard from the reed; tongue-twister.

“ Raz i dwa, raz i dwa, /Dziewczynka Wojenka na imię ma. /Trzy i cztery, trzy i cztery, /Dziwne ona ma maniery. /Pięć i sześć, pięć i sześć, /Wcale lodów nie chce jeść. /Siedem, osiem, siedem, osiem, /Wciąż o kości tylko prosi. “ - song lyrics you can listen to here. Lao Che is a band that I think plenty of younger people interested in rock music will know. “One and two, one and two / The girls is named little war / Three and four, three and four / Strange are her manners / Five and six, five and six / She doesn’t want to eat ice-cream at all / Seven, eight, seven, eight/ She just keeps begging for bones.” ; All the songs from this particular album (Dzieciom - For Children; yes, it’s for adults that used to be children) are stylized to resemble a rhyme for children - at least in the lyrics and at first glance.

A note: Japanese and Polish “r” are extremely different. Japanese “r” resembles Polish “l” sound a lot - and many children can’t pronounce “r” at first, exchanging it for the “l” sound. In other words, Masamune speaking Polish would have a really hard time due to his slight lisp... And he’d sound like a little child that tries, but fails. :) IT WOULD BE SO CUTE!

When MC says her grandparents were in partisan army, she means they were part of AK - Armia Krajowa, during WWII. Whether that’s a good or a bad thing, I’ll let you decide for yourself. I don’t want to make this post any longer.

“ Seeing his confusion, she pointed at him and then tapped on her temple a couple of times, an unimpressed look on her face. “ - That’s basically how I’d show somebody another Polish saying “A puknij się w głowę�� (Tap yourself on the head), which means “are you nuts”.

O, yeah. I don’t know if you can find the translation of the entire lyrics online, but if you were curious... You know, hit me up. I can translate them.

... I got too excited. Would you be mad if I wrote another one of those? I kinda want to...

Tag list: @datenoriko , @nad-zeta , @tsubaki3192 , @choi-jiyu If you want to be tagged under my future works, let me know (any way works)!^^ Also, if you have some preferences (for example: you’d rather not be tagged under some series, etc.), please, tell me.

#masamune date #ikesen masamune #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen series #my hc #im soo nervous all of the sudden #please dont hate those #and listen to those songs #they're good i swear

51 notes · View notes

shehasworktodo · 4 years

Text

“Do you want love, or...

... do you want the D?” An old friend had asked me this question back in college, using more colorful language. The crazy thing was that I actually had to think about my answer. I’m young, I’ve still got a lot to learn about love, and I’ve always associated love with SEX. So imagine... a lovesick teen-turned-young adult so obsessed with talking about sex even though she’s never had it before, thinking everything will be picture-perfect once it actually happens.

I’ve had my fair share of crushes, and I’ve crushed hard. I thought that if I prayed hard enough God would grant me the guy I had my eyes set on at the time. I thought these boys were property. I also thought that if I saved sex for marriage and committed my body to Christ that my husband would never cheat on me. Those were naïve and selfish thoughts. As if I had control over someone else being unfaithful.

Okay, why am I writing about this now? Why am I writing about this today? It’s 2020, so many heartbreaking things are happening in the world with every turn of our heads. We’re out here seeking love more than ever- or what we think is love. I can’t get this thought out of my head: we search for that spiritual intimacy by getting drunk and partying and going to clubs with others, dancing and kissing strangers to feel some type of high that we have to keep going back to. My flesh was satisfied for only a time. I remember getting wasted some nights so that I could make my friends laugh and have more “fun”. I turned into this bold flirt that danced until my feet got sore, and as the night went on I’d find one guy to ~fall in love~ and make out with until it was time for me to go. Those little moments, although not a lot, had a big impact on my life. I know exactly what I want in a relationship, but I always found myself running after or following things that I really didn’t. After experiencing my first major heartbreak I found myself going off the deep end. During my time with this guy, I followed “the rules” of dating and established what I wanted and what I didn’t want beforehand. I found myself conforming and compromising my beliefs because I thought that I wanted to be with this person so badly... because I wanted a relationship. I enjoyed feeling wanted. This was a one-way street that didn’t lead to anywhere. I was left out in the cold, lonelier than before. It took me months to truly believe that love still existed- because I know now that whatever I had with this guy, and the guys after, was NOT love.

All I know is that I wanted to feel something. I wanted to feel ALIVE, I wanted to feel appreciated, I wanted to feel true love. And the crazy thing is that I know what true love is and feels like, but I turned to the world for the answers I already knew I had. I had the One who was love and gave His own life not just for me, but for every person reading and not reading this post. I had my mother, who has gone and will go to the ends of the earth for me. I’ve experienced true love in many different ways, from family to friends, I just had this crazy idea thinking that it wasn’t enough. I felt as if I needed more.

Now we know that the power of sex is overwhelming, so overwhelming that it affects our daily lives. From movies to music to ads to apps, we’re surrounded by sex 24/7. My teenage sister probably knows the lyrics to WAP better than I do, a song that’s been on the top of the charts for WEEKS- maybe months, I haven’t kept track. We see that as female empowerment in today’s society, kudos no doubt, but what are we looking at again? SEX! It feels good! Physical touch, attention, a short moment of a powerful release with whomever we desire, leading to polyamory, experimenting with different genders, etc. Now have you been fulfilled? Are you fulfilled? You felt “love” for the time being, am I right? I know that person, or those people, made you smile. I know you either felt really good or really awful afterwards. Sex is the one most intimate and close-knit act that you can ever perform with another person, that’s why everyone’s doing it! You want that high, you want that feeling, you want that closeness. Then, if you’re not really attached to that person, it’s as if it wasn’t a big deal. Mainstream society paints sex as something “really great, but not a big deal”. I can’t force you to prioritize what sex is on your list of importance, but I know what it’s like to scroll in search of another person for satisfaction. We don’t really analyze it, but we already know that you’re either inside of someone or someone is inside you. Believe it or not, whether you remember them or not, you carry a spiritual piece of them with you wherever you go.

I’ve learned that a lot of people’s experience with sex and love are different. Many have had their hearts broken after being in long-term relationships and go through this thing of what society calls a “hoe phase”. Like in a lot of songs you hear “f*** love, now I do what I want”, because all this energy spent on another person was deemed a waste of time. It’s our version of love that has ultimately let us down, to the point where we see that we don’t need anyone wasting our time the way someone else did before. I can’t speak from a full amount of experience, but I know what running around with someone for a brief moment of time is like. When it’s over, there’s a little dead-end sign that we hit, no matter how good or bad the experience. We just become less and less numb to the pain of rejection and discord and disagreement with each encounter we face. We have people out there that simply don’t see value in a long-term relationship. They want to love who they want to love without baggage or complications. They want that sense of freedom; it’s their God-given right. On a religious standpoint, serial-monogamists cannot stand being alone. They need to feel that sense of belonging with someone else, jumping from one failed relationship to the next.

Did we go wrong somewhere? From ghosting to who can care the least to casual intimacy... I want to know if we really are fulfilled. I don’t have all the answers, I don’t think I ever will. I can tell you I’ve honed in on people’s flaws when it comes to love and have made mistakes myself. Trust and vulnerability have gone out the window because “it makes us look weak”. In my opinion, being vulnerable and open are a couple of the strongest traits to have. It makes you real, it makes you human.

No, I’ve never experienced that kind of physical intimacy with anyone. Yes, I’m still super happy. It’s not even happiness, it’s joy.

I don’t expect everyone to agree with where I stand, but I’m going to share why I choose true love over everything else in today’s millennial/centennial society. The idea of sex is awesome, amazing, and I know why people are all about it. Sex is nothing to be ashamed of. I know the One who designed it, He’s pretty great, too. I know how powerful it is, and I know how it gives life new meaning. I’ve decided not to be selfish when it comes to sex. I don’t expect it to be perfect and breathtaking the first time, or the seventh time... but I expect it to be with someone I absolutely love. I expect to make mistakes, I don’t expect him to live his life the way I chose to live mine. I don’t have high expectations, but I expect to have love. You deserve that kind of love, too.

TLDR; Everyone wants to have a someone. Everyone wants to have... someone. Everyone deserves someone. Someone that makes them smile, makes them feel important, appreciated, in that way that only they can provide. Remember to do those things for yourself first before expecting it from another- but most importantly, consider being that person for someone else. Be vulnerable, be open, be honest, show that you care. Because down the road, if things take a turn for the worst, you won’t forget who you are, who you were designed to be, and how much you are loved. Your worth doesn’t deteriorate. The physical will always have its perks, but it’s the warmth of the soul that makes the most impact, I promise.

PS: I answered the question by saying right now I may want the D, but in reality I truly want love.

6 notes · View notes

ramblingrachell · 4 years

Text

Have You Read This? The Election of 2020

Like many of us, I watched Hamilton on July 4th, 2020 – our nation’s birthday. I met the day with mixed emotions as the spirit and character of our nation as of late did not seem appropriate to celebrate.

As I watched the story about many of the nation’s founding fathers and first leaders unfold, I was struck by the parts of their personal trials and tribulations that went beyond their contribution to the nation. Hamilton was the first politician to be involved in a sex scandal; Layfette – an immigrant, unafraid to step in and become America’s favorite fighting Frenchmen; Washington – a slave owner willing to admit “it probable that I may have committed many errors;” Jefferson – gained wealth profiting from the work of slaves, one of which he fathered six children with after making her his mistress. Burr – the untried murderer of Alexander Hamilton, whom he killed while still holding office as the third Vice President of the United States. In short, a hot mess of moral contradictions. I have been listening to the Hamilton soundtrack ever since my first viewing on July 4th, and realized a number of lines in various songs could be strung together to reflect my perception (key word: my) of the current political climate. Over the last week or so, I finally sat down to string all of those poignant lines together (with a few liberties for relevant context), a lyrical short story I have dubbed, The Election of 2020 (seen further down, further down). The beauty of democracy that is reborn during election seasons is our ability to get a fresh start, gain new perspectives, correct past wrongs, and continually better this land of the free for generations to come. I saw a quote recently that described voting as not so much like trying to find the perfect partner for marriage, but rather like using a bus for public transport. Voting is a map of bus routes that you must choose from in order to get from point A to point B. There may not be one specific bus that is going to your exact destination, but that doesn’t mean you stay at home and give up on travel entirely. Voting is not about waiting for “the one” candidate who is absolutely perfect. Instead, you choose to get on the bus that gets you closest to where you want to be. I know and love many republicans and democrats that have used the privilege of voting to get us all closer to where we want the nation to be. To me, where we are right now does not seem to fit under either traditional party umbrella – no, it’s much more like an umbrella that has been turned inside out and torn apart by a calculated hurricane of divisive and selfish endeavors. Perhaps more than ever before, this is the time to reassess our voting bus routes that will get us from point A to point B. Are we moving from indifference to tolerance? Hate to love? Despair to hope? Chaos to consistency? Negligence to protection? Moreover, before you get on your bus of choice, remember the route is designed to get the whole of our nation where we want it to be. Not just for me and not just for you. For all of US – as in, all of the United States. We will never all agree, I know this, but in spite of these disagreements, I am reminded of the hope that comes from the story of Hamilton. Even 244 years into this nation’s story, despite many dramatic peaks and valleys, the journey to our shared, happily ever after epilogue lives on. It lives on in me, in you, and in every vote cast to get us where we want to be. Regardless of how your vote is cast, the courage to reexamine your route and get on that bus… well, that would be enough.

The Election of 2020

“America, you great unfinished symphony A place where even orphan immigrants Can leave their fingerprints and rise up We’re running out of time Eyes up Time's up Wise up He's not the choice I would have gone with History will prove him wrong Winning was easy for him Governing's harder Welcome, folks, to a dysfunctional administration! He stands only for himself It's what he does I can't apologize because it's true Have it all, lose it all The President is gonna bring the nation to the brink He’s the villain in our history Frankly, it's a little disquieting that so many are blind to this reality He doesn’t have an ounce of regret He accumulates debt, he accumulates power Yet in our hour of need, he forgets Ardently abuses his post It's hard to listen to him with a straight face Watching the tension grow He cannot be left alone to his devices Indecisive, from crisis to crisis Stay alive 'til this horror show is past We're gonna fly a lot of flags half-mast Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us How many died because he was inexperienced and ruinous? We're too fragile to start another fight Where do we draw the line? Someone oughta remind him We're running a real nation Him and his words, obsessed with his own legacy His sentences border on senseless And he is paranoid in every paragraph How they perceive him Let future historians wonder How he tore so much apart And watched it all burn I wish I could say what was happening in his brain He's not very forthcoming on any particular stances Ask him a question: he glances off, he obfuscates, he dances I will not equivocate on my opinion I didn't say anything that wasn't true His father's a scoundrel, and so, it seems, is this dude He is uniquely situated by virtue of his position Though 'virtue' is not a word I’d apply to this situation He seeks financial gain, straying from his sacred mission And the evidence suggests he’s engaged in speculation Why does he assume he’s the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude will be his doom He knows nothing of loyalty Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty Desperate to rise above his station Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation See how he lies Look at his eyes Follow the scent of his enterprise If we don't stop him, we aid and abet it Watching him grabbin' at power and kissin' it Somebody has to stand up to his mouth What do we stall for? If we stand for nothing, what'll we fall for?

Be careful with that one He will do what it takes to survive No one knows who he is or what he does His pride will be the death of us all God, we hope he’s satisfied This man has poisoned our political pursuits Destroyed our reputation I can almost see the headline, his “career” is done Ya best go run back where ya come from! This dude is out! You ever see somebody ruin their own life? History obliterates In every picture it paints It paints him and all of his mistakes It's him against us, the world will never be the same He better get ready for the moment of adrenaline Try not to crack under the stress When he finally faces his opponent They’ve fought on like seventy-five different fronts He smacks others in the press and doesn’t print retractions We're breaking down like fractions But when all is said and all is done I have beliefs, he has none Gotta get us out of the mess he’s got us in There’s a reason no one trusts him No one knows what he believes I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion The way he primps and preens and dresses like the pits of fashion Our poorest citizens, our farmers, live ration to ration As Wall Street robs 'em blind in search of chips to cash in He’s askin' for someone to bring him to task While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket But the sun comes up And the world still spins I hear wailing in the streets There is suffering too terrible to name This is not a moment, it's a movement Are we a nation of states? What's the state of our nation? The issue on the table: We are engaged in a battle for our nation's very soul I’m past patiently waitin'. Let’s passionately smash every expectation For the first time, I’m thinkin' past tomorrow. We're gonna rise up - time to take a shot This nation better rise up Raise a glass to freedom Something they can never take away No matter what he tells us Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now But we'll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me Seek out injustice in the world and correct it Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We laugh and we cry And we break But can l be real for a second? For just a millisecond? We gotta make an all-out stand Get him out of power So he holds no office We are a powder keg about to explode We gotta stop 'em and rob 'em of his advantages Let's take a stand with the stamina God has granted us We pick and choose our battles and places to take a stand We will fight for this land Summon all the courage that’s required Be a part of the narrative The story they will write someday How we emerged victorious Leaving the battlefield waving Betsy Ross' flag higher No one has more resilience Let’s move under cover and move as one We have one shot to live another day Don’t throw away this shot We will fight up close, seize the moment and stay in it And so the American experiment begins again We bleed and fight for the next generation We'll make it right for them If we lay a strong enough foundation We'll pass it on to them, we'll give the world to them For a strong central democracy We may never all agree, but There's only one man and woman Who can give us a command so we can rise up Throwing verbal rocks at his mediocrities What do you stall for? What was it all for? We studied and we fought For the notion of a nation we now get to rebuild Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness We fought for these ideals; we shouldn't settle for less I don't pretend to know All the challenges we’re facing But this once, take a stand with pride This is not the time to stand to the side Stand with us in the land of the free To get the people that we need to lead We need the votes We need bold strokes When there’s skin in the game, stay in the game We don't get a win unless we play in the game We may get love for it We may get hate for it We get nothing if we wait for it I wanna build something that's gonna outlive me I dream of a brand new start I want real leaders that can save the day We won't be invisible We won't be denied If we get this right The nation can start to move on It outlives us when we’re gone We are the one thing in life we can control We are inimitable, true originals We can’t stand still Or lie in wait We don't wanna fight, but We won't apologize for doing what's right Together we can turn the tide If we manage to get this right They'll surrender by early light We have no control Who lives, who dies, who tells our story But I know that we can win I know that greatness lies within us But remember from here on in History has its eyes on me and History has its eyes on you”

(All Lyric Credits: Hamilton: An America Musical. Performances by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs, Renée Elise Goldsberry, Jonathan Groff, Christopher Jackson, Jasmine Cephas Jones, Leslie Odom Jr., Okieriete Onaodowan, Anthony Ramos Phillipa Soo, and Original Cast Company. Atlantic Records, 2015.)

8 notes · View notes

angst-fairygodmother · 4 years

Note

*rubs hands together* Might I request “Can I have this dance?” for Valdo x Reader? (if not I’ll gladly take Jaskier x Reader lol)

A/N: I cannot even begin to explain the grin on my face from this request. I can only hope the result pleases.Word Count: 1848 (a lovely vintage)Rating: T (maybe M?)Content Warning: light angst, implied smut

Valdo Marx was seething. The invitation from the king of Cidaris to play at the prince’s birthday made sense. After all, he was the “Troubadour of Cidaris” and quite famously known. And then when he arrived, he was given this…this insult, this disgrace. It was not the ballroom or even the banquet hall that he was playing. He was shoved in the back corner of some cramped study, playing the same three ballads over, and over, and over for a bunch of stuffy intellectuals, who didn’t even appreciate his talent and were talking over him.

“Minstrel!” one of the black-robed philosophers said, snapping at him like a dog. “Come here.”

He snarled, considering not answering, or responding with a swift strike to the man’s face. But he had a reputation to uphold and would not be seen as undignified, so he set his violin carefully aside on the red-cloth draped table and walked over to the man.

“Don’t you think it’s time to take a break?” the man – Harilad of Rissberg, Valdo recognized – said, making it clear in his tone that the comment was not truly meant as a suggestion.

Valdo reeled back, shocked and trying to school his face back into calm. He glanced around the room at all of the chattering men, most unaffected by the absence of “ambiance” and some even looking relieved.

“Pardon me sir?” he asked quietly, feigning confusion as to Harilad’s meaning.

“To be frank young man, we are attending this ridiculous party out of obligation, and trying to take advantage of the fact that we have been granted leave to gather together outside the insipid peacocking of the main events. Your continuous shrieking on that thing may pass to the masses as music but it is unwanted here.”

Valdo felt his heart drop and he swallowed down the urge to rise to the bait.

“Yes, good man,” another man said, not even bothering to look up from the chess game he was engaged in. “Our debating is much easier without the noise.”

‘Noise?! It was music!’ He flushed angrily. ‘Good music! His performances were praised by emperors, by other artists, by a fae queen! And he dared to call it “noise”?!’

He turned on his heel, collecting his instrument and all but stormed out of the room, letting the door slam closed behind him deliberately. Looking around the hall, he saw that there were not many people passing, for which he was quite thankful. He felt…less than put together and did not want to be seen like this. With a heavy sigh, he leaned against the wall not far from the door and closed his eyes. He felt his world spinning, a familiar but long suppressed feeling of self-doubt bubbling up in his chest.

You had been looking for Valdo all night. Rumor had circled that the king had summoned all of the greatest bards from around the continent for the prince’s coming of age, so obviously he would be in attendance, somewhere. The problem was that quite a few different rooms had been opened, each with a different theme or purpose and you didn’t have the time to look through every one of them for him.

It had been many long weeks since you’d seen him, leaving a strange pseudo-relationship between you when you had parted ways. You hadn’t wanted, but you were a baroness’s personal servant, and had to follow your mistress when she went on a long progress touring her lands, and Valdo’s commissions were taking him in a different direction, and unfortunately, timing had meant that you hadn’t been able to say a proper goodbye.

Following the sounds of violin, Valdo’s preferred instrument for courtly performances, you wandered into a room draped in fine gauzy cloths and filled with a sweet-smelling smoke. You coughed, fanning the air in front of your face ineffectually to try and clear the air so you could better breathe. The room was populated by people who lay in hedonistic recline and various states of undress. Nearly naked dancers undulated and swayed for the lounging guests, and a heated blush crawled across your face and neck.

Even squinting through the haze you could not make out the face of the resident musician and silently willed yourself to move closer. Hands brushed against yours invitingly, trying to coax you to join them on couches and divans, moving bodies pressed toward you in a tease. You swallowed thickly. Finally getting a good look, you sighed, almost in relief that the curly haired and clearly embarrassed young man was not Valdo, and quickly fled the room.

You continued down the hall, frustration building as you passed room after room with no sound of strings.

‘Where was he?’ you wondered. ‘Was it possible that he had in fact not attended? Or perhaps he has found a distraction in someone other than me.’ The thought made your gut twist in an unfamiliar way. The pair of you had mostly flirted, only once exchanging a heated kiss, both wine-drunk and dizzy, in a broom closet after one of your mistress’s banquets. He likely didn’t even know you would be at the celebration. There was no reason to believe he would wait or seek you.

Just as you were considering giving up and returning to the baroness’s side for the rest of the night (despite her insistence that you were attending as her guest and should enjoy the night off), you spotted someone seated against the curve of a corner, head in their hands, fingers buried in familiar dark curls. His doublet was rumpled, the rich blue velvet riding up in the back to expose a black undershirt, as if he had slid down into his current position.

“Valdo?” you asked softly, kneeling beside him in concern, hoping that he would not be angry at the disturbance.

He looked up at you, lips parted softly in surprise. “Y/N? I…I didn’t expect you to be here.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him as if to ask if he seriously believed that a Cidarian noble would skip such an important and prestigious event. He chuckled, the sound tinged with unhappiness and you frowned.

“What’s…what’s wrong?” you asked hesitantly.

“Everything.” He tilted his head back to rest against the stones and stare up at the ceiling. “I’ve been made an utter fool by men half in the grave. They called my performance noise, and shrieking!”

You felt a bubble of rage rising up in you. “Well obviously they have no taste. Or they’re morons. Those are the only explanations.”

“Some of the most brilliant and renowned scholars in the world were in that room, Y/N.”

“Oh good, so they wouldn’t know decent music if it bit them.”

He rolled his head to stare at you, intense green eyes boring into you.

You shifted uncomfortably at the attention but plowed onward. “You are the Valdo Marx. A lyrical genius. Master of three instruments, four if you count that weird box thing you showed me—“

“Hurdy-gurdy,” he interrupted softly and you stuck your tongue at him.

“As I was saying…you have more talent in your left little finger than they could collectively dream of possessing. If they would dismiss you then they don’t deserve you. For that matter, if the king would push you off to a side room, he doesn’t either.”

Your eyes flashed with a passionate fire as you praised him, and Valdo found himself awed by it. For all that he had been complimented and flattered throughout his illustrious career, none of them has ever struck him the way yours did now.

“Thank you, Y/N. That’s very kind.” He rolled his eyes at the flatness of the statement, not nearly enough to express what he was feeling. Still, you blushed, looking down at your knees which you had tucked up to your chest at some point during the conversation.

The pair of you sat in an awkward silence, both unsure of the other’s intentions or where to go from here. With the quiet, you were able to catch the opening strains of one of your favorite reels drifting out from the ballroom. On an impulse you seized Valdo’s hand, pulling him to his feet and toward the sound.

As you led him through the doors and turned to face him, he cast you a questioning look.

“Since we both have the rest of the night free, and this is one of my favorite songs, and it might cheer you some…can I have this dance?” you asked, holding yourself, waiting expectant and hopeful, in the starting position.

Smirking, he fitted himself against you, far closer than was strictly necessary. “It would be my great pleasure.”

As you spun in great whorls across the floor with the other dancers, your gazes were intent, lost in each other. When the steps called for you to part, your hands lingered reluctantly, and when you came back together you felt his grip flex, pressing you teasingly closer. The dance required him to lift you into the air and you flushed, swearing that you felt his mouth brush against your stomach when he did.

Unable to resist any longer, as your feet planted on the ground again in a little stomp, you threaded your fingers into his soft hair and pulled his mouth to meet yours. He returned the kiss with vigor, teeth gliding against your lower lip. You parted for him with a low groan as he tasted and explored your mouth, memorizing every inch.

Pulling away breathlessly, he looked at you with a heated intensity that made you shiver.

“You mentioned having the whole night?” he whispered, lips brushing the curve of your ear.

You nodded, lost for words and he grinned wolfishly.

“Then what do you say we continue this dance somewhere more private?”

Suddenly remembering the room the baroness had secured for you upstairs, you nodded, taking his hand and leading him, a coquettish sway to your hips.

The next morning, you awoke alone, the other side of the bed cold. You felt your heart drop, ashamed that you had let him get to you so completely (but in no way regretting the impassioned tangle) only to have him slip away.

Sitting up, you rubbed the sleep from your face and swung your feet out of bed. When the blanket shifted, a folded paper fluttered to the floor, your name written in graceful calligraphy across it. Opening it you read,

My dear Y/N,

Last night was truly special. And waking beside you, seeing you in the pre-dawn was a sight I will not forget. I will cherish you and these memories in my heart. I regret that I could not say goodbye or stay, but I am summoned to Oxenfurt and I dare not miss the performance, so I had to depart quickly. I had not planned for my night to contain such a wonderful distraction.

I pray that I will see you again soon, and if it is at another ball, that I can have a dance?

Yours,

Valdo Marx

#Valdo Marx x Reader #The Witcher #The Witcher fic #Valdo Marx #reader insert #my first request!#oh this was a lot of fun #send me more! I'm on a roll #I sort of lost the spirit of the prompt list maybe?#also when I started writing I was not planning it to go here #but here is where it ended up and I am quite content #sorry I went with the fade to black #but Constitutional Law does not exactly inspire 'the mood'#also I'm not good at smut #I've only ever written it once and it was an accident #shit...you made me fall in love with this smarmy bastard and he's not even really a character #...or I made me fall in love with this smarmy bastard?#I dunno I just know I love him and I hate it

4 notes · View notes

eldritchsurveys · 4 years

Text

641.

Would you convert to a different religion if your fiancé/fiancée was of a different faith? >> Fortunately, this was never an issue. Even if she did have a religion, there’s no obligation for me to share it. I tend to be the one interested in religions (although the jury’s still out on whether I’d ever actually feel comfortable adopting one).

The world is ending, and you can save one group of five people: who would be the five people that you save? >> First of all, if the “world is ending”, then I do not want to be stuck as one of the six humans left to deal with the aftermath and trying to survive in an inhospitable landscape. Also, this is just way too implausible a situation for me to take seriously.

Is happiness a delusion? Is happiness only real when shared? Why or why not? >>The idealisation of happiness is a bit delusional, I guess, but it’s a shared, social delusion -- just look at all the “wellness” “self-help” “self-care [the “buy this thing” kind, not the real, practical kind]” nonsense being peddled to us on a daily basis. Any feeling that is not happy-cheery forced positivity is aberrant and pathological and has to be “fixed”. That’s not a healthy way to think, and I hate that we’re all made to feel that way about perfectly normal ass emotions. I don’t know if happiness is only real when shared. I’ve always had someone(s) Inworld to share my happinesses (and everything else) with, so I can’t speak as to what it’d be like if I didn’t.

What would the cover of your biography (presumably written by somebody else who never knew you, postmortem) look like? >> I... really have no idea.

Write about a really good or creative Tumblr URL that you see frequently on your dashboard. >> inflagrante-delicatessen is a funny one.

If swear words were not things like “shit” and “fuck” what would they be otherwise? >> That’s, like, impossible for me to predict.

Write a very vivid description of what is/would have been your most perfect way to lose your virginity. What is your exact definition of ‘losing your virginity’? Also: will you/would you have liked to save your virginity for marriage? Why or why not? >> I don’t really care about this, you know? It’s not like if my first experience was earth-shattering, it would have somehow made up for all the horrible experiences I had later. I don’t have a definition for “losing one’s virginity” because that’s not a phrase I like to use. I don’t like making a point of dividing people’s experiences into “before sex” and “after sex” to begin with, but also, just focusing on a certain kind of sexual act as a “goal” to reach or whatever is... kind of weird to me. The whole shit is just weird the more I think about it.

Write a six-word fortune cookie. >> I’d rather not.

Why do you think eyebrows exist? >> I don’t have a hypothesis about this, but I’m sure there’s some educated theories out there if I was ever curious (right now, I am not).

If you could only have one contact on your phone, who would it be? >> Sparrow is the only person whose phone number I actually use on a regular basis, so, her.

Your bucket list is limited to three items. >> I don’t have a bucket list, period.

Do you wake up first or do you open your eyes first? >> I assume that I wake up first, and then open my eyes? But maybe it’s the other way around, what do I know.

Write a love/thank you/appreciation letter to someone you take for granted. >> No.

What makes you feel infinitely sexy? >> Can Calah makes me feel sexy. King Crimson makes me feel sexy. Sexiness isn’t something I feel outworld.

Make a video and talk about something for two minutes. Anything. And don’t edit out any parts of it. >> Uh, no.

Write a poem you’d stick on a refrigerator. >> Also no.

Are you afraid of aging? Why? >> I’m not afraid of ageing. I actually look forward to seeing what the rest of my life will bring, especially internally. What I am afraid of is infirmity, degenerative illness, that sort of thing. I’m afraid of losing my personal quality of life. (I know there’s a lot to unpack in regarding one’s quality of life as diminished if one develops a physical disability or something, because people live full lives with those things all the time. But I cannot predict how a change of that magnitude would affect me, personally, and I worry that I will not be able to adapt.)

Describe one time you basically thought you were the shit, when your self-confidence was soaring through the roof. This is meant to be a positive thing. >> Hm. I can’t remember a time like that right now.

If there was one person you could get drunk with and kiss and then later blame it on alcohol, who would it be? >> I would not do that.

Does perfection exist? If the word perfection did not exist, what word would be in its place? What would perfection mean instead? >> I guess the concept exists, at least. I don’t know if it’s something I can measure and perceive.

The next book you see that has over 300 pages, open up to page 136. Find a sentence you like, copy it down, and then write about it. >> I don’t feel like getting up to grab a book.

Who makes you laugh the most? >> ---

What is one thing that you are proud of, that you think lacks praise/lacks appreciation from the people around you? It could be a simple thing; it could be a secret thing. >> I don’t really seek appreciation from the people around me, so I don’t know.

If you could accuse somebody of being fake/a bitch and not suffer any repercussions, who would you accuse, and how would you do it? >> I’d really rather not. What even would be the point?

What is the funniest one-liner Tumblr text post you’ve ever read? >> Dude, there are so many funny ass posts on this website. I collect them at @officialaynrand.

Rewrite a verse of lyrics from your favorite song. They have to sound good when you sing it out loud along to tune of the song. >> Nope. But I will say that my brain insists on hearing the “heavy metal broke my [heart]” line in Fall Out Boy’s Centuries as “heavy metal Pokémon” and even though I know the lyrics I still sing it like that because it just kills me every time.

If the SATs/grades did not exist, in what way should colleges/teachers evaluate applicants? >> I have no suggestions.

Do you feel at home in your home? Is home a place for you? A book? A thing? A person? What would you want your home to be? >> I feel at home in Xibalba. I feel at home in my room here in the apartment, too. But I guess I’d feel equally at home in any place as long as I have a room of my own, a controlled environment that belongs solely to me.

Write your own eulogy. >> “Mordred Shadow Lastname wishes to inform us, the gathered, that it is just as surprised by this turn of events as we are. Except it actually isn’t surprised, or anything else, because It’s too busy being dead. Surprisingly. The unbelievably-deceased would like to request that if someone asks how it died, it will haunt whoever dares to say something stupid like ‘natural causes’. Make up a good story or pass the mic to someone who will.” Dunno what else I’d put in a eulogy about myself. That’s not really for me to write, anyway. Funerals are for the living, they can write the damn thing.

What is something you felt like you deserved or should have belonged to you, but you never got? >> There is nothing I feel that way about.

Do you feel ‘connected to nature’? Do you frequent outside? Do you believe that a connection with the earth we live on is necessary in the first place? >> I mean... I love to be outdoors, but I also love to be in a server room. I feel the same sense of awe and connection in both settings. For me, there is no real difference between the organic states and the transmuted states of matter. It’s all matter, innit? I don’t believe that feeling connected to Earth is necessary. I believe it’s healthy, sure, and common, but I don’t believe it’s unhealthy to not have that connection, or to feel connected to something else instead. It’s possible that some future generation of Homo sapiens will be born on another planet. What happens to that supposedly-innate “connection to the Earth” then? (Will they feel connected to their home planet instead? Or, something else? Or, nothing?)

Your opinion on oral sex? >> I don’t have an opinion on it, exactly. Just a preference: I prefer not to give or receive it. That’s all.

If one TV show could be real, which one would you want it to be? Which one would screw our world over? >> That is a complex question with a lot of variables and I don’t think I feel like devoting mental energy on it right now.

How many kinds of love are there? >> I… don’t know? As many kinds as people can conceive, I imagine. Or maybe it’s all just one kind, with different expressions. *shrug*???

Which word needs to exist (or be used again)? >> I mean, if I thought a word should be used again, I’d just use it. That’s literally how it works. If it’s been phased out completely enough that no one remembers it and it’s not recorded anywhere, then I can’t want it back, because I’d have to know a thing used to exist in the first place in order to want it to exist again.

What is the absolute hardest thing about staying alive? >> This pesky nag called “death” that keeps asking, “are we there yet?!” from the backseat.

What is a book that has been recognized as ‘great literature’ that you dislike? Why? >> Oh, I don’t know. The only time I ever read “Literature(tm)” was in high school, so I don’t know how I’d feel about any of it now. I'm just not really interested in it.

What is one change that you would make/have made to your life that will make/has made it better? >> *shrug*

Is everything you do for yourself? Can you truly be selfless? >> No, not everything I do is solely for myself. I do things for others as well. But I don’t like doing things for others if doing so threatens my quality of life, survival, or mental health. I don’t think it’s possible for a human being to act without a single note of self-interest. I mean... isn’t the survival instinct an instinct of self-interest?

Are you the same person you were two and a half years ago? >> I’m not the same person I was a second ago. (I also am not the same person I was about... 5 or so years ago, but that’s a... different thing.)

Can you possibly conquer the labyrinth? >> What labyrinth? Jareth the Goblin King’s? I’d try my best to conquer it if only to get to dance in the ballroom scene with him.

As a hyper intelligent pan-dimensional being, what is the answer to the ultimate question, the life, the universe and everything? What is the ultimate question? >> The ultimate question is obviously “how the fuck does CatDog poop?”

#surveys #survey #random survey

3 notes · View notes

f-117-nighthawk · 4 years

Text

More playlist meta bc I don’t wanna do homework and Jimmy kicked me out of the TA room saying I’d been in there for far too long for a Friday (it was four hours! Interspaced between classes! Workshop kit inventory is just an excuse to blast Gloryhammer to me, it’s fun)

Since I was talking about Ten Thousand Against One earlier, I’ve been thinking about the timeline and which event the songs are connected to. Long post under the cut

Turn the Lights Out is... sort of an odd case. It’s not like Remnants of Stars, which is about Galran and my philosophy about how we were created, what happens to us when we die, and the cycles that power the universe. Of course, Remnants of Stars is a little more than just philosophy. It actually describes (in a rather metaphorical way) the actual process of the marthinazik filtering quintesence into new stars, planets, beings, anything you can think of. It also has a very important lyric for much much later like, post Sticky Notes later. Now that I think about it, it actually defines a good chunk of that maybe-sequel-maybe-idea era in conjunction with Soul Extract’s Filaments.

Anyway, back to Turn the Lights Out. It’s an odd case because it’s sort of like Remnants of Stars in that it’s more about the philosophy, but it’s before Remnants of Stars because it’s also kind of an event. If you read interviews with Delain about Moonbathers, Charlotte states that Turn the Lights Out is about Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics, specifically the character of Death. I confess I haven’t read those comics, but my interpretation fits her rather well I think. To me, Turn the Lights Out is about a gentle god who accepts they will not always be seen as who they are but will give their everything to protect those within their universe. Now, who does that sound like? Which characters have been around since the birth of the universe, under various names, whether they be Ibeshganszá, ‘kibrraldíl, Marduzbazí, or Vôltrôn?

You can make an argument for Your World Will Fail to be directly after Turn the Lights Out, but I rather like it after Remnants of Stars too. Turn the Lights Out is the beginning of the universe, so naturally, it goes first. Sentient life needs to evolve for Remnants of Stars to truly fit, and even though Your Would Will Fail technically can happen at any point between the first Plank time and the next, it also happens when the comet that becomes Voltron crashes into Daibazaal. The Your World Will Fail/Dark Matter/Eater of Worlds trio is both a general, entire timeline-spanning idea, and a specific event.

(Your world will fail my love/It's far beyond repair/Your world will fail my love/It is already there)

(Bring me your soul/Bring me your hate/In my name you will create/Bring me your fear/Bring me your pain/You will destroy in my name)

(Can't imagine the violence/The rage and the love in my madness/I am the eater of worlds and I'm looking for someone to feed me)

And then, right after that event, or even during, you have Apocalypse 1992. The death of the dream, the final madness before the triumph of chaos.

You Keep What You Kill is very much the odd one out out of everything. Helion Prime based it off a book I forget the name of, but here it’s purely about Zarkon’s empire. The “Holy Half-Dead” have lost so much of their culture, of the family bonds that kept them together even when their mistakes threatened the destruction of all, but they still remember the songs of glory. And they do keep what they kill.

And then there’s a rather large time jump of about five thousand Earth years to The Seven Sisters. This song is pretty well encapsulated in Child From the Stars (Lost in the Dark) (which is a lyric from Closure, but Closure is later for Reasons), but the other half of it is connected to Memories of a Girl I Haven’t Met.

Who Will Save You Now has gone through so many iterations of what it’s connected to I honestly don’t remember what it actually is anymore. Given its placement between The Seven Sisters and Nobody Gets Left Behind, I think it’s related to the SFSS Genesis’s disappearance. But it could also be placed in conjunction with A Simple Plan and be about something slightly different...hm, I’ll think on that. This song has such a Dark Matter vibe to me, but it hasn’t found a home that sticks in my brain yet.

Nobody Gets Left Behind is really there bc it’s a fun song and when I found 1551 I immediately had to put something in. BUT it is a good song about family dynamics and, well, that’s Voltron in a nutshell right? (and then you get, right there in the first verse, “Don't even try to pretend/That you're rough and just as tough/As when you're missing a friend/Attack and take him back/Cause when the team isn't whole/You've got a hole in your soul/So step up to your fucking role/We might get hurt/We might be taking some hits/But when you're taking our friend/Then that's some personal shit” and you cannot tell me that’s not everybody’s mood post Battle in the Sarnan Nebula)

A Simple Plan is a new addition in the past few weeks. I rediscovered The Spiritual Machines a few weeks ago and the lyric “How long can we hold off ending/How long can we pretend we're ok” hit me right in the Keith feels. So this one is in conjunction with the first verse of Nobody Gets Left Behind. The entire song actually reminds me of Dark Matter with how it’s centralized at one event but contains hints of other things (The truth arrived too slow).

Memories of a Girl I Haven't Met is maybe one standard year (so six earth months-ish?) after A Simple Plan.

String Theory is... weird. It’s mostly there for the title, but the lyrics do contain themes found in other parts of the playlist that fit really well but don’t map to the event I associate the song with. It’s honestly about Shiro missing Adam and the rest of the people on Earth. Which, granted, given the point in the timeline the title is associated with makes a certain amount of sense but...idk. And the bit that begins with “You don’t believe in space” is about something entirely different. It’s confusing, but all inexplicably related to the title event.

Interesting fact: My Dark Matter drafts/ideas folder is actually split int pre- and post- String Theory folders. It was originally because String Theory is such a pivotal moment in the Coalition’s efforts, but it also ended up vaguely the middle of the timeline. It’s the point where things absolutely, truly, have no relation to what happens in canon. The butterfly effect stemming from the events of Shatterpoint (and an implied secondary shatterpoint in another fic) have changed things enough that apart from one general event, nothing happens the same way (and that event is for drastically different reasons). All in all, it fits the weird vibe of the song rather well.

Next is Belgrade, the Ultimate Klance Song, about three months later. Fun Shenanigans happen in conjunction with this absolute bop.

Here’s the surprisingly big gap of just over a standard Earth year, in which several important events happen that don’t have songs attached to them (Roentgen, maybe)

Then we get Birthright/Firewall, a set of songs about reclaiming yourself from the depths of hell with just a liiiiiitle bit of help from your family.

(It's time to take ahold of what belongs to me/It's time to walk away with no apologies/Voices in the mirror start quietly/And now they're screaming back at me!)

(This force knows what you can do/And what you can make/With your tattered shell)

Here Comes the Reign technically starts during Birthright/Firewall, but doesn’t come into full effect until a month later, and then even fuller around five months after that. Meanwhile, we have The Day the Earth Collapsed, which is rather self-explanatory.

A few months later there is Darker Matter. The fic connected to this is real weird, but also real important. Suffice to say it’s gonna be confusing, and a universe doesn’t like the Paladins for a while.

And then we have Closure. Child From the Stars (Lost in the Dark) is actually the first of four fics inspired by Closure’s chorus. (I also drew a picture for each fic. They’re combined into my desktop background, and the first one is still my phone background and my pfp) “I am the child from the stars/That got lost in the dark/Between heaven and hell/I am forced to live on/I am the cause when you sin/I am the demon you skin/But there is no more tears to beautify/This is my last goodbye”

Closure is a rather sad song actually, but the way I’ve interpreted it ends on a bright spot of hope. The first related fic I’ve already posted/talked about, the second would be around the time of A Simple Plan. The third is somewhere in the gap between Belgrade and Birthright/Firewall. I’ve placed Closure at the approximate time of the fourth fic. I actually just moved it while writing this, because I realized this makes more sense after Darker Matter and with the Fall of [Redacted]. I’ve chosen to interpret the last line as finally deciding to stay instead of the (probably more likely given the rest of the album) darker interpretations.

After Closure is Ember, which is actually super connected to Darker Matter which is why I originally had them next to each other. The thing is, all three of these songs are connected to very specific events, the latter two of which are in direct response to the first even if there is a month or two between them. Ember is on the playlist for two reasons: the first is the line “dark matter falling from the sky” that basically required me to put it somewhere; the second is the fact that I keep mishearing the lyrics. “chthonic” is not “cuthonic” (which is not a word, but I interpreted as meaning Cthulu-like) and it’s “riches to embers” not “witches to embers.” Make of that what you will.

And finally, after almost seven Earth years, we get to The Reckoning/This is a Call/World on Fire/Louder Than Words. The Reckoning sort-of picks up where The Day the Earth Collapsed left off, spanning at least a year before going full force into the frantic five days of the other three songs.

(In blood and tears/A thousand times/We rise against/We'll always hold the line/Of reckoning)

(This is a call to action/This is a call to arms/All lives for one, together/There are no false alarms)

(World on fire with a smoking sun/Stops everything and everyone/Brace yourself for all will pay/Help is on the way)

(We have the force to fight/We have the blinding light/A war is more than heard/Coming in louder than words)

#i am dark matter; your road to ruin #dark matter playlist #to the tune of sketchy galore: meta galore #god I hope the under the cut works this is so long #its also two am i'm going to sleep it's been a long few hours #DM Playlists

2 notes · View notes

consciouskingdom · 5 years

Text

Surviving R. Kelly....

This was hard to watch. Since the six part series premiered on Lifetime it has created a firestorm and we as a people have got to unpack all of this! To begin: I believe Every. Single.One. Of. These. WOMEN! And we ALL should.......BUT we don’t..... because the painful cries of Black Women fall on deaf ears. The series featured personal accounts from everyone including his security guards, back up dancers, his own brothers and most importantly, the survivors of his abuse. Their vivid and descriptive depictions of what they endured set social media on fire and everyone had an opinion to share. For everyone writing post, sharing memes blaming young black girls or still in support of Robert Kelly in any way - please read the following bullet points and get your life!

· Young Black Girls are not “FAST”, They are prematurely overly-sexualized, manipulated and preyed upon.

We can not attack young black girls for “seducing” older men. I’ve seen the memes shared with captions demeaning teenage girls that had older “boyfriends” picking them up from the high school parking lot...everyone is laughing & sharing their memories of this but ignoring the fact that these same men are aware of their power over a younger woman and exploiting it for benefit. A dominant dynamic is established when someone such as a young girl in poverty/lack thereof to basic necessities encounters a manipulator who will target that and use it to their advantage. Most of these young girls were thinking with a scarcity perspective fueled by desperation, craving more out of life and unfortunately predators were the respondents to their pleas as opposed to someone who could help. These type of men willingly and strategically use their age, money and perceived power to manipulate a younger naive mind. Preying on their need for emotional attention, financial support and validation; young girls are met with psychological brain washing tactics that they are in no way prepared to fight against. As early as I can remember - my body changed as I matured and older adult men were the first to comment and notice it. “Oh girl, you really starting to fill out”.....”You getting some hips and legs on you”...”You grown up now”.....”Come on over here and give me a hug, let me look at you”...comments like these occurred at family events, school and even my church growing up. Young black girls are objectified and violated in plain sight! And unfortunately because of that mindset that translates to our bodies are disposable and serve as an object of pleasure - no one acknowledges the pain endured when our innocence is stolen before we can even fully comprehend the full implications of the actions that are transpiring. Ask any black woman you know, she has a story in her childhood where this or something similar has occurred. The common misconception is that because it happens so often, the young girl is to blame because she is being “fast” or “frisky” and pursuing an older man but we ignore what the older man is doing to persuade and manipulate her to be there in the first place! Stop labeling her a whore, slut, fast or frisky! A young girl could be as "fast" as Sonic the Hedgehog but no child is promiscuous enough to entice an older person into being intimate with him/her if that older person did not have an attraction to children initially. We never question the motives of the predator but question the actions of those being preyed upon. In victim blaming, we blatantly ignore the psychological damage that young girls and women are suffering through daily. Predators are stealing their innocence resulting in damage to their self esteem and their ability to have agency over one's own body and life. That type of damage will literally permeate every aspect of her life until she is able to heal. Many who endure sexual traumas hide their hurt in the nearest bottle or whatever substance will numb the pain as they spend their lives drowning in shame. 60% of young black girls have been sexually violated before the age of 18 and the Black community can not just keep dismissing it as “Oh, She just acting grown.”

· “Consent” received from coercion and manipulation of a naive underage mind makes it null & void!

Many opinions argue that the women involved all participated willingly - I Call Bullshit! Within the black family that type of ideology runs rampant. By definition, consent is to give permission for something to happen or an agreement to do something. If someone is granting their permission for a sexual act to occur but it’s prompted by emotional manipulation, promises to aid in career advancement, physical abuse and fear: That’s. Not. Consent! Young black girls in under-served and inner cities are in circumstances in which older men are preying on their naïve nature, immaturity and survival needs. Living in poverty creates a scarcity mindset that forces you to result to desperate measures for basic necessities and financial support. Aside from being under the influence of substances I believe there is nothing stronger than being under the influence of mind manipulation. R. Kelly used vulnerability, power, money and persuasion to ultimately create their dynamic; just as an older family member or someone’s boyfriend will offer money and attention in the midst of their abuse of a young girl. Molestation followed by providing money and/or physical abuse is a form of control, NOT CONSENT! A known pimp & womanizer once said “Any boy can control a girl’s body but a Grown Man can control her mind” To see the parents of Joycelyn Savege and Domonique Gardner crying out for their daughters, popping up on Kelly's residences seeking their children was heartbreaking. They wouldn't speak to their families because that's how deep psychological manipulation is, its classic "Pimp" culture and was heartbreaking to watch. The survivors are not to blame here! (Yes I'm saying it AGAIN just in case you missed it in the last paragraph)

· R Kelly’s personal experience with sexual abuse is a deflection tactic & does not justify him repeating the cycle.

During the series, R Kelly’s brother admitted that he and his brother were both molested as children. My heart mourns for all black children who endure sexual, physical, emotional abuse. We NEED to discuss the sexual abuse Black boys go through as well! Black boys are sexualized as early and often as young girls. Calling a young black boy “sexy” or your “boyfriend” or stating you’ll be waiting for him when he turns 18 is predatory behavior. Unfortunately society encourages it when it’s revealed that a teenage boy has slept with an older woman but it’s still perverted! A real discussion about sexual abuse with black boys and the trauma they endure must occur BUT not at the expense of Black girls. During the series his own brother, Bruce Kelly, stated Kelly's attraction to young girls were a “preference”. Pedophilia isn't a preference, its a choice! Truly examine the amount of time, effort, money and energy put into creating the "pimp" dynamic of power that Kelly enforced; that's intentional, calculated and strategic. Being a victim to sexual trauma and knowing the damage it caused, could lead to a mindset of NOT repeating those same heinous activities....R Kelly didn't make that choice. He is wealthy, he could have pursued counseling/therapy and he didn't. To use his own abuse as an excuse is a defense tactic, his predatory ways cannot be justified because of a traumatic upbringing. This is precisely why I constantly stress the importance of therapy and counseling. The entire Kelly family needs help to not perpetuate this cycle.

· You can not separate the artist from the “art” when the art is a detailed description of his perverse actions and predatory lifestyle.

Seeing the comments online still crowning him as the “King Of R&B” literally sickened me. I personally recall being taught “I Believe I Can Fly” in elementary school, flapping my arms to scream the empowering lyrics. I recall my Mom cleaning our entire house with his songs crooning as we all sang along as I washed the baseboards. R Kelly provided a soundtrack for our lives. As much as we love “Step In the Name of Love” We absolutely must step away from this nigga! We can’t turn a blind eye to his actions because we love his musical genius. His security guards, producers who have worked with him, background vocalist and dancers ALL confirmed he had multiple bedrooms intentionally installed in his musical production studios. Read that again… he had multiple bedrooms *IN* the music studio…meaning he was sexually engaging and abusing young girls in between song takes. One of the survivors revealed that Kelly penned “You Are Not Alone” for Michael Jackson detailing her miscarriage of Kelly’s child while she was 17. Analyzing the lyrics he had Aaliyah sing for her debut single: “Boy be brave, don't be afraid, Cause tonight we're gonna, go all the way. Don't mean to be bold, gotta let you know, I gotta thing for you, and I can't let go my.. Age ain't nothing but a number, throwing down ain't nothing but a thang, This loving I have for you it'll never change”......

I know the music is catchy but don't compartmentalize just to serve what benefits you and undermines the severity of damage these women endured.

There is absolutely no way we can continue to separate the art from the artist when his art depicts the life he manifest and the young girls who are a part of it!

· Everyone surrounding Aaliyah during her time with him had concerns but no one took action!

A stage manager, his body guards, his entourage, his family, producers who created music for her, friends of Liyah who were also background dancers and toured with her all witnessed her relationship with Kelly. Per the docuseries, they all stated they had concerns but no action occurred to protect her. The bodyguard openly admitted he forged documents to aid in their marriage; at the time Aaliyah was only 15 years old. After Aaliyah's mother heard the background dancer Jovante Cunningham openly stated she saw Kelly having sex with Aaliyah she immediately denied it in a statement stating she and her husband were always with Aaliyah as she toured. With all respect to the Haughton family and the legacy of Aaliyah, her family failed her and everyone around her failed her. It seems her mother is afraid to admit the truth of this situation, not every parent can be around their teenagers 24/7 and that's okay. BUT don't shame others for speaking their TRUTH. It dawned on me after watching the details be described that perhaps he likely married Aaliyah so that she could get an abortion without having to get parental consent. If a murder is committed and someone witnesses it - they are an accessory to the crime. I'm demanding a legal reform that applies the same logic to everyone who enabled R Kelly!

After we've watched the episodes and read the countless memes, status post and tweets let us remember: Listen to Black WOMEN! Tears don't flow that easily nor does pain resonate in someone's voice like that without reason. Even if you deny the claims, we have legal documents that show Robert Sylvester Kelly married Aaliyah when she was 15. You can be pro-black and still hold Black men and women accountable for their wrongdoings. A black girl’s life is more important than some hit songs. I commend dream hampton and the superb cinematic efforts she executed in creating this docu-series! It highlights a truth so basic it pains me that I even have to state it: Anything that harms Black Women harms black PEOPLE in our entirety....and R Kelly must be added to that list.

Bye Robert, Get some help!

(Note: If this was triggering for you or you need someone to talk to, please email us at [email protected], confidentiality guaranteed...I love you)

ShopConsciousKingdom.com

#rkelly #survivingrkelly #aaliyahdanahaughton #aaliyah #consciouskingdom #conscious #kingdom #consciousness #blackwomen #black girls matter #respectblackwomen #muterkelly #mute r kelly #surviving r kelly #surviving r kelly review

351 notes · View notes