#rhythm: evanescent

[tsunagite]

LeaF household.... Like all LeaF rhythms just have one massive house to live under together?

(that sounds really nice ngl)

Ye, bc there are times in BOF events where LeaF solos so might as well group ‘em together :^]

The only exceptions are Heavensdoor, who lives in Fragrant Sanctuary (a given), Armageddon who is who knows where, and Ka whom is… nonexistent.

Tho, Marenol tends to live between the LeaF household and the Team Herbicide base.

[k0rnflakez]

Late ahh introduction

About me :)

-[real name not available] -i prefer being called my nickname (clover)

-i am a minor so no grandma charlotte i don’t want a sugar mommy 😡

-im a guitarist in 2 bands and a bassist in 1. we are gonna make music soon :D

-im a middle schooler 😔

-im 5’6 :P

-i love cats 

Bands I enjoy:

-pierce the veil

-my chemical romance 

-slipknot

-system of a down

-bring me the horizon 

-evanescence 

-fall out boy

-falling in reverse 

-gorillaz

-green day

-koRn

-kiss

-kittie

-limp bizkit

-marylin manson

-panic! At the disco

-nine inch nails

-murderdolls

-paramore

-scars on broadway

-sleeping with sirens

-three days grace

-tx2

-weezer

-mindless self indulgence

-goatwhore

-sublime

-all time low

-avril lavigne

-bring me the horizon

5 things i dislike:

-twitter

-the sun 🤬

-warm weather (yes i live in the desert)

-axe body spray whores

-spooders

Xtra:

-i suck at guitar and bass :/

-when my bands get going i will be the owner of the band myspace and tumblr :D

-im a rhythm guitarist in 2 bands and a bassist in one

-i support LGBTQIA+, furries, therians, and palestine. I DO NOT support necrophilia, zoophilia, pedophilia, or axe body spray > shower mofo’s

-she/they

-leave asks just nun 18+ 😭

-im in choir :>

Love you guys <3

[umbrellalavender]

I had a dream last night that I was watching an episode of Ghosts (UK) and Mary started singing My Immortal by Evanescence.

The thing is…

I couldn’t tell you what My Immortal sounds like. I’ve listened to it before, but I don’t remember the rhythm or the lyrics or anything! So Mary was just singing a bunch of random words and my brain just said, “yep. My Immortal.”

[randomshyperson]

Yellow Curtains - Chapter Four - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Wanda Maximoff's senior year at Novi Grad School is duly planned for her. She has good friends, good grades, and a good system to hide who she really is. Or, the one based on Evak from the Norway Skam series, where Wanda is queer and tries to survive the last year without anyone knowing about it.

Warnings: (+18), general warnings about language and violence, legal drug use, mentions of underage drinking, high school, internalized homophobia and discovery of sexuality, explicit mentions of mental disorders (bipolarity and depression), dysfunctional family, making out, and eventual smut.

Skamverse | Series | General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

--//--

Chapter Four - The Birthday

Četrtek 16:22 (Thursday 4:22 pm)

Wanda came to the conclusion that she was, undeniably, the worst person in the world. 

And while she tried not to be the worst person in the world, she attempted, at your request, to put her shit together.

You refused to stay any longer than necessary - that being, solely during history class - in her presence, and ignored all her attempts to start a casual conversation, and Wanda thinks you were right because you were expecting an apology that she had no idea how to provide. Of how to really mean it.

So she decided she wasn't going to deal with you. Or with Natasha asking why she was distant and cranky, or Pietro trying to appease things between her and her father. 

The only company Wanda was putting up with was her mother, and right now, as Natalya stroked her hair, Wanda took her attention off the sitcom on the television and ran her eyes down the screen of the laptop resting on her mother's knee near her head.

"Mama?" She called out, receiving a soft hum from the other. "Do you like your job?"

Natalya gave a soft chuckle. "Why the question?"

Wanda sighed. "Just curious."

Her mother smiled, changing the rhythm of the touching on the back of Wanda's head.

"Well, I like to write." She begins gently. "I've always liked it, ever since I was little. I like grammar, I like reading. But deadlines? Rules that shape my creativity? No, I don't like these." Wanda gets thoughtful, and Natalya takes the caress to her daughter's cheek. "I would be lying if I said I love the act of working. Waking up early, fulfilling an expedient, and answering to a boss. That is not comfortable. I wish I had been born with a great inheritance that allowed me to write just for the pleasure of writing, and the vast majority of people do too. But that's not how the world operates, sweetheart."

Wanda sighs, adjusting herself to sit beside her mother.

"What if...I wanted a job?"

Natalya is surprised but offers her a gentle smile. 

"And why is that?" She asks, and when Wanda looks down at her own lap, she reaches for her hand. "You just piqued my curiosity, dear. I have my financial limitations, but with your father's pension, we have enough so that you and Pietro can focus on your studies. I wouldn't want to think that you feel pressured-"

"It's not that." Wanda assures with a nervous laugh, shaking her head. She takes a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I love papa, I really do. But every day, we grow distant from each other's values. I don't want to live what he has planned for me. I don't want to owe or depend on his goodwill, or approval."

Natalya looks at her affectionately, bringing a hand to her face.

"Every day, you make me more proud, sladko dekle (sweet girl)." She says, and Wanda smiles shyly, leaning into her touch. She doesn't really believe it, it's not how she's been feeling, especially the last few days, but it's nice to hear.

Wanda settles into her mother's lap again, she whispers:

"Ljubim te, mama. (I love you, mama)"

Ponedeljek 18.12 (Monday 6:12 pm)

A touch on her back made Wanda jump slightly. She was distracted by the books in front of her but smiled at her mother, who was signaling for her to take off her headphones. Once Evanescence gave way to the sounds around her, Natalya spoke up:

"There's a boy downstairs." She announced gently. Wanda frowned. "Your friend, the one who skateboards."

Wanda sighed, "Oh, it's Clint." She spoke taking out her headset to put on the table. "Thanks, mama. Can you tell him I'll be right down?"

Natalya nodded, leaving the room. Wanda took one last look at the history books before looking for a sweatshirt to cover her thin pajama shirt.

Clint was sitting on the wall of her driveway, with a skateboard resting against the wall. He offered her a smile as he greeted her.

"Did something happen?" That was the first thing Wanda asked because she hadn't invited him. In fact, she hadn't invited anyone to her place since the fight she had with you weeks ago.

Clint laughs lightly. "št. (no)?"

She twitches her nose slightly at the cold air outside, hugging her own body. "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?"

He laughs again, half surprised. "Well, I've been your friend for 8 years now, and well, we always  planned something nice for Nat's birthday together..."

"Prekleto! (dammit)" Wanda interrupts giving herself a gentle slap on the forehead. "Yeah, Nat's birthday is coming up. Shit, what day is it today?" she quickly checks her cell phone and realizes that she barely has a week to plan something. 

Clint watches her reaction with curiosity. "Is everything okay with you, Maximoff?" He asks worriedly. "You just...man, I don't know, you’ve been acting different."

"I'm fine." She assures between teeth, moving closer to take the other side of the wall. "I just have a lot going on right now, okay? With my dad, and school."

Clint sniffles slightly because of the cold. He adjusts the cap he wears on his head and looks at Wanda.

"But that's not all, right?" he questions, and she feels her heart stop. 

Trying to play nice, she retorts, "What do you mean?"

He smiles in a corner. "Well, you've started dating, haven't you?" He says, and Wanda lets out a chuckle, practically relieved. Clint doesn't seem to notice. "I know, maybe you feel more comfortable talking to Natasha or Jennifer, since they're girls, about this but, I'm here too, okay? If Vision is being a jerk, or even if you need someone to talk to, I'm here."

Wanda smiles at him, and takes a chance:

"I think I screwed up." Wanda mutters. "And I don't know how to make things right again."

Clint frowns in curiosity, stepping away from the wall to approach her. "What happened?"

Wanda sighs, she's not ready to tell yet. All she does is shrug, and it's Clint's turn to sigh. 

"I have no way to help you without knowing what happened." He mumbles clumsily, and she gives a sad smile.

"I wasn't ready." She declares. "And now I feel like I've lost ... him."

Clint grimaces. "Vision pressured you to have sex with him? I'm going to kill-"

Wanda shakes her head, holding up her hands. "No! No! No way!" She clarifies nervously. "He was...very respectful. In fact, I was the one who initiated the whole thing. But then... I backed off and treated him badly. I think I fucked everything up."

Clint sighs, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Wanda, you didn't do anything wrong." He says seriously. "If you weren't ready, you weren't. Never feel guilty about something like that. Sex is kind of overrated anyway."

She frowns in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Clint shrugs. "It's just, the first time, it will always be messy. And awkward. It doesn't last long for the boys either." He comments with a laugh, turning his hands back to his pockets. "Vision has experience, maybe it will make it a little more fun for you, but it will likely be awkward. It's the first time, you know? It's meant to be that way." He comments. "You don't have to be so anxious about it. It's always weird for everyone. You just need to relax. When you feel ready, follow the moment, let it happen." He guides casually. "After all, you like him and he likes you, right?"

Wanda swallows dryly. "Yeah."

Clint smiles. "That's all that matters in the end." He says, taking a hand out of his pocket to pass his arm around her shoulders.

Wanda accepts the hug because she feels like she might start crying at any moment.

"Want to go to the skateboard track?" He invites still holding her. Wanda thinks about the lessons accumulated on her desk and nods in the affirmative.

–//–

Sreda 11:40 (Wednesday 11:40 am)

Wanda wasn't sure what had brought her there, but her feet practically moved by themselves. 

The college buildings were divided by subject, and classes, based on three main categories: Humanities, Science, and Technology. Other subcategories such as Mathematics, or Sports were in similar topics. 

All this meant that Wanda, who since freshman year had signed up for a curriculum focused on Medical School, had more classes in common with Natasha, and the other Med kids (as they called themselves) than with Pietro and the jocks, such as Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. The latter by coincidence had a very rich resume in Technology.

So when Wanda appeared in the Humanities building in a lab coat, half the surrounding students looked at her as if she were some kind of abnormality.

Wanda found a bathroom, put away her lab coat, and tried to stop shaking. She left the Advanced Biology class in the middle of the explanation of Human Fertilization, thinking she was going to throw up if anyone else made a sex joke next to her.

Natasha - and the teacher - believed she was having period cramps.

It did nothing to help the superficially controlled little panic attack for Wanda to realize where she was in school. Nor did it help to leave the bathroom for a hallway with a glass wall, where she could see a small outdoor antitheater, full of students practicing dances, rehearsing lines, or testing costumes.

Seeing you, dressed like a Montecchio in a plastic sword fight, giggling like a child didn't help to settle her stomach. Definitely not.

Since when did you do theater anyway?

The teacher on the stage says something to the class, and Wanda watches for who knows how long as you repeat the movements of the fake fight with your scene partner, rehearsing for what should be the end-of-the-year play.

The bell rings shortly after, and not only does the drama class scatter around, but the other rooms begin to empty out.

Still, you turn to put the swords away in a trunk, and it doesn't take you ten seconds to meet Wanda's gaze beyond the glass.

Your momentarily surprised expression becomes almost annoyed. You look away, dropping the swords and turning around, and Wanda swallows dryly, ignoring the way her heart races to advance through the crowd of students and into the glass room.

"Y/N." She calls out, but you keep putting things away, standing back. Wanda takes a deep breath to keep from crying. "Please. Can we talk? Please."

You pull the period vest out over your head, and Wanda looks away, blushing when her first thought is about the bit of skin she saw with the gesture. With an impatient sigh, you return the vest to the pile of costumes and turn to the coat hook, a few inches away from Wanda and the door.

She swallows dryly, ready to speak again when you look at her in such a cold way that she is startled.

"Stay away from me, Wanda."  You spit it out and Wanda stands static, feeling her chest tighten. She doesn't have to think about what to say, because you leave the room the next moment.

As if her day couldn't get any worse, her cell phone vibrates seconds later.

"I hear it's Romanoff's birthday on Saturday. Hope we can meet at the party, doll."- Vision.

–//–

Sobota 22:21 Saturday 10:21 pm

Excluding Wanda and Clint, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were Natasha's closest friends. And every year, without exception, they would fight over who would host her birthday party. 

Tony was the richer one - obviously - but this did not mean that he won every time. This year, for example, Wanda learned that the boys made a gambling bet and Steve won, which later meant Wanda and Pietro taking the subway across town to the university district.

Since Steve's family was American - as were the vast majority of the families of Wanda's friends, since student exchange programs in Sokovia were very common - he lived in an apartment with other boys, mostly students from the University of Sokovia a few streets away. And because it was a sorority, Steve's parties could go until morning - especially during vacation starting periods like now - with no neighbor to call the police.

Wanda was trying to be positive tonight. 

She dressed really nicely, and put a friendly smile on her face. She met Vision with ten minutes of celebration and didn't leave his side.

Everything was fine.

"I'm gonna get us something to drink." The words left her lips before she finished thinking them. Vision looked confused at the half-full glass he was holding, but Wanda didn't care.

You had just walked into the party with Peter Parker at your side, and she thinks that if she doesn't start drinking she will start crying.

The kitchen was empty because everyone was dancing and talking around the apartment. The loud music started giving her a headache for the first time since the night began, and Wanda considered staying inside the freezer, hiding from her troubles.

"Everything okay there Maximoff?" Nat's tone was a gentle tease, and by the sudden arrival, Wanda knocked her head lightly on the freezer with fright, cursing softly.

She pulled out a bottle of beer on her way out. "Yeah, just getting a drink."

Nat hums her own beer in hand. "You and Vision seem close tonight."

She forces a smile, looking around the kitchen for a can opener. "I think so." Natasha takes a sip of her beer. Wanda finds something to open her own and celebrates softly. "I guess...I finally had the time and opportunity to date." She jokes, busy opening the lid to notice Nat's forced giggle.

"You know what you could make time for, Wanda?" Nat asks, and Wanda, who is in the middle of sipping, raises her eyebrows at her in confusion. "To apologize to Y/N."

Wanda chokes, it was less graceful than she would like, but she manages to contain the damage with the back of her hand. She returns the beer to the counter and doesn't meet Nat's gaze.

"How do you...?"

"I date her sister, Wanda." Natasha recalls as if it were obvious, "Of course, I was going to find out about it eventually."

Wanda thinks she might throw up at any moment. She swallows dryly, holding the can opener a little tightly.

"W-what Y/N said?"

Natasha rolls her eyes, sighing impatiently. She steps closer, leaving her own beer on the counter.

"You offended her in the middle of a hallway, I didn't hear about it from her." Natasha clarifies. "Carol found out first and didn't know how to mention it to me because of our friendship. And Y/N said it was no big deal. But she seemed to have turned bad again this week, and I think this story has gone too far."

Wanda lets go of the opener because she felt the grip hurt. She hugs her own body, looking at Nat. "It was a stupid argument, I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't mean to hurt anyone." She sniffles softly. "I'm sorry."

"It's not me you have to apologize to, Maximoff." Natasha remonstrates seriously, and Wanda cringes. The redhead sighs. "Wanda, what's going on between you two, anyway? You've been acting so strange lately..."

Nat tries to touch her wrist, and Wanda jumps away, startling them both. "There's nothing. Nothing, going on between us. I'm not like that, okay?"

The redhead makes an indignant face as she understands the other's words. "Like what? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Wanda realizes the shit she spoke in the same second, and opens her mouth to apologize, only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind her.

"Sorry, am I interrupting? I wanted to congratulate the birthday girl." It was Yelena, Natasha's stepsister, looking very pretty in her leather jacket. The redhead's tense posture completely unraveled, and she cast one last angry glance at Wanda before turning away to hug Yelena, leading her out of the kitchen with animated conversation.

Wanda sobbed once alone. But before she lost control of her own emotions, she takes a deep breath. And for every tear, she wanted to shed she took a sip of beer.

Until the ground became less firm at her feet.

It didn't take long before she was drunk. Not tipsy, or cheerful.

Drunk. Hard, the kind that doesn't process things very well, like seeing you making out with a girl she's never seen against a wall in the corner of the party or the kind that makes questionable decisions like grabbing Vision's hand and dragging him into the first empty room she finds.

Wanda remembers the first time she kissed someone. She was 14, and it was not a boy. Natasha stretched out a flashlight under the blanket and whispered to her that she was scared of high school. Dating seemed scary. Wanda muttered that it was probably overrated and that no one seemed very interesting. Boys were rude, and girls were mean. Sometimes they were both. Natasha chuckled against her neck and said she was going to try something.

Wanda remembers that Natasha tasted like toothpaste, and her skin was really soft. She felt no fireworks or anything like that, although, for the next few years, she developed a great unrequited crush on her best friend. No one knew, and sometimes Wanda would even keep it from herself.

Kissing Vision was different from Natasha. He grabbed his way around her, her waist, her breasts. Hard, demanding, impatient. He wouldn't let her breathe, wouldn't let her escape. And Wanda really wanted to escape.

"Fuck, are you sure about that?" He questioned breathlessly, all over her. When had Wanda made it to bed? She couldn't remember. "You taste like booze. How many beers have you had?"

"Stop talking." She demanded, grabbing his face back. He took off his jacket, and then his shirt. His skin was boiling, and not soft to the touch. Not like Natasha's. Not like yours.

Vision adjusted himself on top of her, and Wanda felt a hardness rubbing in between her legs. Her brain immediately returned to the night of the pool, your face vibrating in her mind, clear as the water around you two. She remembered the feel of your hands around her, the strong pull below her stomach, your thigh finding her middle-

A sound ripped through her throat, and it wasn't the name of the boy trying to pull her pants off.

Vision froze before pulling away, looking at Wanda as if she had slapped him. She didn't understand what happened until he spoke:

"Who the fuck is Y/N, Wanda?" He demanded in horror, sitting on his legs. "Y/N as in Danvers, Carol's sister? What the fuck, are you a dyke or something?"

The entire contents of Wanda's stomach came out at once, right in Vision's lap the next second.

He screamed, jumping away from her, indignantly cursing things she didn't understand.

The door slammed as he left for the bathroom, and Wanda lay there on the bed, her clothes crumpled, completely static.

It seemed to take forever when the door opened again. Vision was wearing a loose shirt from Steve, and he didn't close the door behind him.

"Are you really going to stand there and not talk about it?" He demanded, and Wanda went back to counting the marks on the ceiling. He sighed impatiently. "You're fucking insane, Maximoff. I've had enough of your little games. Don't call me anymore."

Wanda sat up in bed when the door slammed again and resembled a robot as she searched for a bathroom, trying not to fall on the way. She couldn't find it and ended up outside the house.

Shit, she really was very drunk.

The party was still in full swing inside, but Wanda saw some groups leaving the place. Maybe she could find a ride with one of them.

Wanda left the entrance to the garage area, and around the corner, she began to hear a heated argument.

"[...] what the fuck are you insinuating now, Parker?" It was your voice if Wanda could recognize anything in that state.

The boy laughed. "You put on that little show for me. I'm just saying it was kind of mean of you, especially since Gwen and I have history."

You chuckle indignantly. "Are you fucking with me now, huh? Putting on a show for you? Screw you if you think that was for you! I have the right to make out to whoever I want, we're done! And unlike what you think, you narcissistic bastard, neither Gwen nor I give a shit about you!"

Peter huffs loudly, closing the door of the truck as you try to open it. "Y/N, please don't act like that!" He tries, still serious, but a little calmer. "We had a fight, as usual. It doesn't have to be the end, we could still-"

"I don't love you anymore, Peter." You cut him off simply, with a completely exhausted look on your face. "How many times am I going to have to say that?"

Peter sighs, and tries to hold you but you push him away. He takes a deep breath. "You said it before and regret it. Can't you ... convince yourself of that again?"

You look at him completely offended. "Excuse me?"

Peter stutters, trying to find the right words. "I just mean, I don't know, maybe you could try-"

You push him away from you, tears in your eyes that are more of anger than anything.

"That's the damn point, Parker! If I could choose or control it, I wouldn't be a fucking disorder!"

"Y/n, sorry I shouldn't-"

"Get the fuck out of here." You cut him off. "I'm not going back with you, Peter. Never."

He snorts indignantly, turning his back on you and dashing down the driveway back into the building.

Wanda backs up against the wall as her stomach starts to rumble again, and the uncomfortable grumble she lets out catches your attention.

You find her with her head down, one hand on her belly.

"Spying on other people's conversation now, Maximoff?" You accuse angrily, and Wanda gives you a weak laugh, feeling her head spin.

"I was looking for a ride." She replies with her eyes closed, trying not to throw up again.

You let out a tired laugh. "You were going to ask some stranger to drive you home? You must be really drunk."

"I'm fine." She assures you before she starts throwing up again. 

You stepped back to avoid being hit, looking up at the apartment above and seeing that the party was still in full swing.

Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you called Pietro. About four times, but he probably wouldn't listen in that mess. 

"Hey, Pietro, your twin is totally drunk down here. Can you come to get her?" You try a voice message, and then a text underneath with the same question because you don't think he would listen either.

Wanda is sweating a little, and you mentally curse yourself for reaching over to hold her hair while she vomits. 

With ten minutes to wait, you text Natasha about Pietro. And she replies to you that the boy wasn't upstairs.

"Stay here Wands, I'll be right back." You tell the girl leaning on the wall, which doesn't look like it was going to make any mention of moving any time soon. You walk around the block, but of the small groups that left the party to smoke or leave, but you don't recognize Pietro in any of them.

As you walk back to where you left Wanda, she has disappeared.

"Fucking excellent." You mutter ironically, and before you can despair, you recognize the figure farther up the street, as if she had decided to go home alone. With a weary sigh, you turn back to your sister's pickup truck parked nearby, and drive the car down the street, until you are driving next to a sulky and completely inebriated Wanda Maximoff. "Please get in the car."

"I don't want to be kidnapped, thank you."

You chuckle, running a hand over your face. "I promise I won't kidnap you. Just tell me where you live, and I'll take you home."

To your surprise, Wanda sniffles. "I can't go home! It's the Sabbath and I'm drunk and Mama will be so disappointed! I can't-" She started to cry really hard, and you knew she must be really drunk.

"Hey, hey, let's not go to your house then." You try to calm her down from behind the wheel, without losing attention on both the girl and the road. "Let's go to my place. You really need a bath and sleep. And then, when the sabbath is over, you can go to your place, what do you think?"

Wanda agrees with a nod, and you try not to despair at her vulnerability that second. She would do anything anyone asked, by the gods who left her alone in this state?

You stop the car, and lean in to open the passenger door. "Can you get in by yourself, princess?"

Wanda murmurs in agreement, getting into the car. She adjusts herself in the seat and closes her eyes as you put the belt around her. "Please don't try to kidnap me." She whispers, managing a soft laugh from you.

"I promise." You whisper back, and the last thing she hears before falling asleep.

[radical-revolution]

..."So we are living, as it were, on many, many levels of rhythm. This is the nature of change. If you resist it, you have duhkha, you have frustration and suffering. But on the other hand, if you understand change, you don't cling to it, and you let it flow, then it's no problem. It becomes positively beautiful, which is why in poetry, the theme of the evanescence of the world is beautiful. When Shelly says,

'The one remains, the many change and pass,

heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly.

Life, like a dome of many-colored glass,

stains the white radiance of eternity

until death shatters it to fragments.'

Now what's beautiful in that? Is it heaven's light that shines forever? Or is it rather the dome of many-colored glass that shatters? See, it's always the image of change that really makes the poem.

'Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

creeps on life's petty pace from day to day,

until the last syllable of recorded time.'

Somehow, you know, it's so well-said that it's not so bad after all. The poet has got the intuition that things are always running out, that things are always disappearing, has some hidden marvel in it. I was discussing with someone during the lunch intermission, the Japanese have a word 'yugen', which has no English equivalent whatsoever. Yugen is in a way digging change. It's described poetically, you have the feeling of yugen when you see out in the distant water some ships hidden behind a far-off island. You have the feeling of yugen when you watch wild geese suddenly seen and then lost in the clouds. You have the feeling of yugen when you look across Mt Tamalpais, and you've never been to the other side, and you see the sky beyond. You don't go over there to look and see what's on the other side, that wouldn't be yugen. You let the other side be the other side, and it invokes something in your imagination, but you don't attempt to define it to pin it down. Yugen."

~Alan Watts...

[september-poetry]

the becoming of death

sometimes i feel as if the word is all i have left to give

my body is failing me

i cannot hold myself stable while the foundations crumble

but love can be sung in the silence

to give life to one another between our own idiosyncrasies

humans alone, lovers together

yet still we shall die untouched

as the ground beckons you close like the comfort of an old friend

death is a lonely endeavour

the final conduit between who you once were and the you that will never be

but those skeletal hands keep me sane

walk with me, won't you?

let me take you past the threshold

you cannot speak again

open mouth, nothing but black smoke

thats okay

ill hold it open until the words spill out again

black velvet comfort against self-inflicted emaciation

hollow bones to compliment an evanescent melody

a heartbeat echoes

the rhythm lost in the wind

growing softer day by day

can poppies turn pink?

do they lose their colour as time takes over

as they embrace their own lethargy

and succumb to the end?

the void is nearing ever closer

i see it in the corner of my mind

slowly consuming

one day we shall all die

and i shall embrace you once again

10 / 07 / 24

[mahimahi713]

Sam gets DOWN at weddings. The trio is, canonically, millennials. Being alternative, she does lose herself to MCR, Evanescence, metal bands, punk rock. Everything you’d expect. But as an adult, she stops denying herself and gets down to the more popular songs of the early 2000s.

Yeah! By Usher? She’s in the dance floor.

Umbrella? Toxic? Crazy in Love? Hot in here?

She’s getting down to it all.

Like I stated, in an earlier post she doesn’t have rhythm.

That’s not changing.

But she’s decent when she’s dancing at weddings.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Ten Questions For Kya

[Transcript of Alison interviewing "Kya" for the Button House Archives audiobook. Artwork by @idiotwithanipad whose oc Amy is mentioned]

Alison: *sigh* You're really gonna make me do this?

Silver: Hey, you're the one who lost the bet!

Robin: Yeah! Time to pie the piper, Cooper!

Silver: You mean pay the piper?

Robin: Pretty sure he only accept pie, not coin or card.

Alison: *through gritted teeth* Fine.

Alison: Ten Questions For Kya! Who, just to inform everyone listening...is a wolf. Or wolf pup, to be precise.

Silver: And she's just the most precious little angel, aren't you! Yes you are, yes you are!

Alison: And seeing as Kya is...a wolf...Robin and Silver have kindly agreed to translate her answers for the sake of this interview.

Robin: That be Daddy Robin and Auntie Silver. For purpose of guy who listen to magic speaking box because he too lazy to read.

Alison: Indeed.

Alison: So, Kya, where were you born?

Alison: [A/N: Kya's response was the teeniest little squeak as she wriggled in Silver's hands]

Alison: I'm...not sure I caught that-

Robin: She say she first born under tree. Tribe moving between caves and her mama carry her in big belly. She take rest against tree then baby come. Elder say no time to take her to cave so we stop to help bring baby out. Her first cry sound like 'Kya'. Her big sister say that be her name and it stick.

Alison: Right....and that was the....old Kya? Your daughter?

Robin: Old Kya, New Kya - all same, just reborn, Moonah send her back. Second time she born in wood again. But different. No-one to help Mama this time. Me watch but me dead and....head not good at time either...Not same wise and stable caveman you know today.

Alison: .....Sure.

Alison: [A/N: Just to clarify, Robin believes the wolf to be the reincarnated spirit of one of his children. I'm not sure how much of that he actually believes or just pretends but I've been advised not to press on it].

Alison: And how did Kya die? Both times.

Kya: *makes a tiny whine and curls into Silver's chest*

Silver: Aww, baby girl, it's okay! We don't want you reliving anything traumatic.

Alison: Sorry! I didn't think wolves suffered from PTSD.

Robin: Me not see how she die first time. Tribe move on after I...She not tell me and that her business. Second time she die because Mama have too many babies. Not enough milk to feed. It not take long. Me watched....

Silver: *reached to squeeze Robin's wrist*

Alison: That must have been awful. At least she had you there for her when she woke up.

Alison: Uh, Favourite Food? Actually that's an easy one; milk I'm guessing, same for drink.

Robin: Milk her favourite drink, but she never had it. Favourite food is hard choice between Daddy's beard and Uncle Humphrey's hair.

Silver: *giggles*

Alison: And when she was human?

Robin: Favourite drink was special berry juice her sister show her. As for favourite food...Guess.

Alison: *sigh* .....Don't make me say it.

Them:

Alison: Bum?

Robin: Yes! *laughs with Silver*

Alison: Moving on. Favourite song?

Silver: We've all had a go at sharing our music tastes with her. I've played her some of the classics. Avril Lavigne, Evanescence, Nightwish, Linkin Park....

Robin: Me play her Glen Miller, Queen and KC and Sunshine Band.

Silver: But so far the only thing she seems to really enjoy are Kitty's covers of the Spice Girls. She's her number one fan.

Robin: She even like her more than Daddy's singing. Which was her favourite when she human. But then only other singer was woman who screamed at rock. Not certain she was singing or crazy but she had good rhythm.

Alison: Favourite sport?

Robin: Racing.

Alison: I....How does that...? (A/N: the wolf is too young to even crawl. Or open her eyes).

Silver: Duh, she wriggles on her belly, see? *puts her down carefully to demonstrate, the pup mewls and makes her way very, very, slowly forward*

Silver: Ha, look at her go!

Robin: That my girl! She faster than worms and snail. Me enter her into Olympics next year. They have belly crawl racing yes?

Silver: No but we can petition for it to be a competition! Can't we Alison?

Alison: ....I'll add it to the list.

Silver: *picking the struggling Kya back up* She also loves Hide and Seek!

Alison: Ooh, her and Kitty have that in common then.

Robin: Her favourite hiding spots be under beds and inside Cousin Stompy's hood.

Alison: Wait so Silver is an auntie but Amy is a cousin? And Humphrey is an uncle?

Silver and Robin: Yes.

Alison: Does that mean you're also Amy's auntie?

Silver: Or course not, dummy, we're the same age!

Alison: That dosn't...Well, what am I?

Robin: Daddy's scary land-lady.

Alison: I-! *sigh* Fine, I'll take it.

Alison: Biggest regret?

Robin: Not paying attention to Daddy when he say no drink puddle water before bed. Wake whole tribe up with silly nightmares every time. And as wolf, think she regret not fighting to get out of mama's belly before siblings.

Silver, to Kya: But then you wouldn't be with us! And we wouldn't want that would we? Would we? Oh you're just the fuzziest widdle....(a/n: can no longer make out if the rest of her unintelligible high pitched fussing has any words).

Alison: Fondest memory?

Robin: Human memory probably be first time she throw spear into target me set up, she make eye split open like grape, me so proud.

Alison: Is that her fondest memory or you...Never mind.

Robin: As wolf it be first time she meet Auntie Silver.

Silver: Awww!

Robin, quietly to Alison: Real answer, when she watch Balto with Kitty.

Alison: Worst trait?

Robin: Too much backtalk.

Alison: ....You mean when she was human?

Robin: Both! No respect for elders in life, always talk back, question everything, yap yap yap, same as wolf!

Silver: That's her best trait, she's opinionated! Let her use her voice to speak her truth!

Robin: Oh, should have known it be your fault, you bad influence!

Alison: Are you both just messing with me now?

Robin and Silver: Half and half.

Alison: *groan*

Alison: This should be fun then. Kya, any words of wisdom?

Kya: (A/N: Silver held the pup out in her palms. Kya proceeded to open her mouth for the biggest little yawn before falling asleep on her side)

Robin: Oooh, that very profound.

Silver: I know right?! Really gives you a new perspective, doesn't it Alison?

Alison: I hate you both.

Silver: You sure you're not just jealous you can't hold the puppy?

Alison:

Alison: No comment. Wait, I'm not the one being-! Interview over.

[A/N: I left the two pagans chuckling to themselves]

[ask-sebastian]

Idk how those songs keep fitting into everything so well every other playlist!

I think it is probably for multiple reasons--but for me, they tap into very real and relatable emotions that aren't limited to any one particular time in my life.

[tsunagite]

Hello there! I have seen your OCs while I was at school and OH MY GOD WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY TIME MAKING OCS BASED ON MUSIC?!

Anyways, Here are some oc suggestions (note; THERE ARE A LOT):

First off, LeaF songs!:

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Kyouki ranbu

Evanescent

Mere fancy

Don't think, feel

0-dimensional affection

ATHAZA

Nano death

Paraclete

ANY of the super shredder songs

Agilion

Now for an artist you probably never heard of until now: micelle

I would really like it if you made an oc of "simula lacura" by micelle as it is similar to mopemope.

Now on an unrelated note: here is my design for Doppelganger by LeaF

I’m luring in the rhythm gamers of Tumblr >:). GOOD bc oml is there not many. I’d rather refer to my Rhythms as “song gijinkas” than OCs for some strange reason…

Man, I already have quite a few LeaF songs ^^’. However, I get a bit overwhelmed by a lotta song requests at once, so for the sake of my sanity, I kept it at a minimum. Which ended up being just the songs I actually know.

Tho… I couldn’t find anythin about “simula lacura” by micelle…??

So uh. Sorry I couldn’t do that one.

And hell yeah. Need more song personification interpretations in my life :]

[mxlovinovargas]

TREMENDOUS DYNAMITE — PRUSSIA x READER

Synopsis: He's after you.

Tremendous Dynamite

CW: Stalking, Predator-Prey Scenario, Obsessive Thoughts, Obsessive Behavior, Creepy Behavior, Uncomfortable Scenario, Use of Country Names, Reader-Insert.

Word Count: .800

I am El Hombre Lobo. 

But you?

You were something that made Prussia quack in his very wake, like a sick puppy staring into the mouth of a deadly disease that wanted to open its maw and swallow whole, like there was a blade chopping down and his head would roll. You were a force—something beautiful and something clean, dirtied only by the blood on your knuckles and the skin of your teeth that glistened with the sweat from a battle. Prussia always turned his head whenever you walked into the room. 

Nothing short of a thrusting storm, of a hurricane carrying the ichor of the sea ready to sweep him off of his feet; like the day dips into the horizon, and Prussia was on the prowl for a restless night. 

He dodged behind the crevice of two tightly pressed together business buildings, unimportant and his only source of shelter, as he staked you out like a cat hunts a mouse. You walked so boldly, so sure even in the dead of the night and Prussia felt the rhythm of his head pound away like parade drums in his head. The spin of color guard flags, the sound they make as fabric pulls taut and flaps, the way the wind blows through them. The trumpets on high, the tuba on low—of screeching flutes and humming trombones, Prussia hears the whole damn thing playing in his frustrated head and he grimaces thickly. This was a game Prussia was messing with that he knew could end in explosions galore that shatter through his very soul to send him running for the hills to never be seen again (messing with you was always like that), but he’s got a fuse that he can light. He flicks the flame of a match, shh chaaa, and red spindles flicker like seeding fireweed. 

She’s tremendous, she’s dynamite—

Prussia steps out into the limelight, doused by pale yellow from dinky old street lamps that don't offer much but enough to cast deep shadows across his grim face. The shadows dance for a brief moment as he moves forward, following following following, as Prussia trails after your retreating form. You don't notice. 

Or, at least, Prussia thinks you don't notice. 

His first footfall makes an echoing clap that resounds off of the wall, reverberates like bubblegum and glue, and clings to the shell of his ear like a formidable gunshot. Then, you run. Prussia splutters like a dying lemon’s transmission before he sprints forward like his life depended on it. He grits his teeth so harshly that they make a terrible squeak in his mouth as he balls his fists and chops his arms to the pace of his running feet. He should have expected nothing less! The grit turns into a halfhearted smirk. Oil spills of maroon and violet eat up your form as Prussia stares, watches your every move and every turn. He twists his body to follow after you. You are one helluva little opponent—Prussia knew it wouldn't be this easy. 

She could put up a hard-won fight. 

You’re so clever. If Prussia didn’t know these streets like the back of his hand, he would have definitely lost you by now; fortunately, for the dastardly man chasing after you, he did and he was gaining on you fast. Your head might be screwed on real tight, but there's only some many bobs and weaves you can do until—

until you're at a dead end. 

And this, this truly is your birthright. 

Tremendous dynamite you may be, but every explosion has its smoke and mirrors before it evanescences and then disappears in the fade of char and misery. 

I am El Hombre Lobo, Prussia thinks to himself as he stands so tall and so looming behind you, in front of you, before you. He traps off your escape and he can see your shoulders heaving. He stalks forward, leering with those schmears of red and purple looking so insanely pleased and victorious. Prussia takes in all you have to offer, basking in it so appraisingly and so willingly and so greedily and so needily. He can't help but feel giddy, can't help but feel the sparks of electricity in the tips of his fingers as he draws near. The way your shoulders pinch, the way your breath seems to hitch in fear at each of Prussia's footsteps. The heels of his boot click like a bomb by the second and he's so close that if he opened his mouth to breathe you in, he would taste you too. 

On the prowl, Prussia comes, and then he sees you turn so demurely that it feels like slow music and he can hear the band in his head go into a slow rocky jazz that leaves a one-two riff strumming in his aching eardrums. It’s past midnight. You turn around fully. And Prussia’s dartin’ under the town’s searchlight as he closes in totally. 

But it’s all worth it to take a bite. 

You're tremendous, you’re dynamite.

[black-diamond1329]

⭐ Name: Sandra, but you can tell me Sandy 😉.

⭐Age: I feel like I'm 15 years old, I stopped counting at 19 and my friends say that I act like I'm 5 years old XD hahaha ... Nah! I just turned 23 years old this August n_n.

💔 Occupation: Being a universitary girl XD ... Yes! It's so fun! (sarcasm).

🩷 Some things that I love it: Read (I read all kinds of books and about my favorite ships on Ao3! 🤭), cook desserts, listen to music while I do other activities like my homework or when I read, Greek mythology (The love between us will never die! 💗).

⭐Saint Seiya (or Knights of the Zodiac). I found this beautiful serie when I was 7 years old. My favorite is the original serie, although I also like the Lost Canvas a lot and Episode G (because Aioria is the protagonist). Soul of Gold gives me mixed feelings. From Omega and Next Dimension, better don't ask me; my mind lives in denial. My favorite characters are the Golden Saints, especially Aioros and Aioria, being Aioria my super favorite.

Thanks to Saint Seiya I developed a great love for the stars 💫 and I have many scientific books on the subject, as well as books of myths and legends about the constellations ✨.

💥 I'm a Marvel Girl. I love those tormented superheroes and antiheroes. I basically grew up watching Marvel since Iron Man came out in 2008 and I immersed myself fully in the world of the comics, I have a lot of comics and books on my bookshelf 🤭. My favorites are: Iron Man ♥️, Captain America, Spider-Man, Loki, the X-Men, Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, in all their presentations and with all their charms and defects!.

🍿Series: Friends, Full House, The big bang theory, How I met your mother and How I met your father, Modern Family, Mom, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel... I love it K-Dramas like Goblin: The lonely and great God, Crash landing on you, Tale of the Nine Tailed 😋, I have also watched many animes like Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Toradora, Code Geass, Inuyasha, Kaleido Star, Shaman King, Attack on Titan... it's a long list and I don't remember everything at this moment 🤔. Miraculous Ladybug (I know it's for kids, but ... there is Chat Noir 🖤).

🐉In my House of the Dragon era 🖤: Like many people, I was also terribly disappointed with the horrible ending of Game of Thrones, but I really loved Fire and Blood when I read it in 2020... so I decided to give the serie a chance when I saw the first trailer... and I don't regret it! 🥳. I liked Daemon and Rhaenyra so much in the book and absolutely loved them in the TV Show! (Matt and Emma are incredible! ❣️). Another character that I loved in the book and the one I always wanted to know more about was Jacaerys Velaryon and I must say that I am very pleased with the choice of Harry Collett 😍 (oh yeah baby! 🔥).

I really hope that the directors and writers do justice to this wonderful crown prince! 🥰, because for me he is already one of my favorite characters of all time! ❣️.

🎥 Favorite Movies: Troy 2004 (did I mention I'm a Greek mythology lover?), the Star Wars saga 💫 (1-6 only), The Great Gatsby, A Walk to Remember, Harry Potter 🪄 (books and movies), The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Hobbit trilogy, The Hunger Games saga ❣️(books and movies), The Twilight saga 😊 (books and movies).

I love Studio Ghibli movies with all my heart 💗 since my dad bought me the movie of Kiki Delivery Service when I was a 6-year-old little girl.

I love everything Disney and Pixar does 💗😘. (think of the happiest things, It's the same as having wings! 🎶)

🎧 Music: I have a very varied taste in music, some would say strange 😅, but if I like the rhythm and lyrics of the song I will surely add it to my playlist (mainly I like rock), AC / DC, Queen, Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, Linkin Park, Evanescence, Within Temptation, Imagine Dragons, Beyoncé, Ed Sheeran, Lana del Rey, Taylor Swift and Katy Perry. I enjoy classical music too 🩷.

⭐ Something more about me: I am an inveterate dreamer and extremely perfectionist. I express myself better by writing than talking 😚.

I haven't drawn anything in almost 5 years and when I did I used to draw with traditional media (watercolor, charcoal, colored pencils, gouche and acrylic paints 🖌️).

But since October (from last year), when I saw Harry Collett as Prince Jacaerys, I felt a desire to draw that I hadn't felt in a long time ❣️.

This is my first time trying to draw in digital media, I hope you like what you see! 😘 (YouTube tutorials don't fail me now! 😭). I spent the whole summer practicing🥺.

P.S: Sorry if exist some error, the english is not my firts lenguage.

[spectranoirofficial]

The Influence of Gothic Culture on Modern Music

Gothic culture, with its dark, brooding aesthetic and profound thematic depth, has left an indelible mark on modern music. Emerging from the post-punk movement of the late 1970s and early 1980s, gothic culture has developed to become a powerful force, influencing various genres, from gothic rock to darkwave, metal, and even electronic music. This article delves into the profound impact of gothic culture on modern music, exploring its roots, key influences, and its enduring legacy.

Origins and Evolution

Gothic culture finds its roots in the gothic rock scene, spearheaded by bands like Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and The Cure. These pioneers crafted a sound characterized by melancholic melodies, haunting lyrics, and a dark, atmospheric aesthetic. Their music, imbued with themes of existential dread, love and loss, and the macabre, set the stage for a cultural movement that would transcend music.

As gothic culture developed, it embraced elements from other genres. The ethereal wave brought a more ambient and dreamlike quality, while darkwave combined gothic rock's intensity with electronic music's hypnotic rhythms. This fusion of sounds and styles allowed gothic culture to permeate various musical landscapes, creating a diverse and ever-developing genre.

Key Influences

Thematic Depth: At the heart of gothic music lies a deep exploration of themes often shunned by mainstream culture. Existential angst, spiritual isolation, and the beauty found in darkness are common motifs. These themes resonate deeply with listeners seeking a more profound connection with music that mirrors their inner turmoil and reflective nature.

Aesthetic and Imagery: Gothic culture's visual aesthetic—marked by dark clothing, elaborate makeup, and a penchant for the theatrical—has influenced modern music's presentation. Artists like Marilyn Manson and Evanescence have adopted gothic visual elements to complement their music, creating a cohesive and immersive experience for their audience.

Literary Inspiration: Gothic literature, from the works of Edgar Allan Poe to Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein," has been a significant source of inspiration for gothic musicians. The storytelling aspect of gothic literature, with its rich, atmospheric descriptions and complex characters, translates seamlessly into the lyrical and conceptual aspects of gothic music.

Modern Gothic Music

Today, the influence of gothic culture is evident in the works of artists across various genres. Bands like Nightwish and Within Temptation have melded gothic aesthetics with symphonic metal, creating grandiose soundscapes that evoke both beauty and despair. Electronic artists such as Gary Numan and Depeche Mode have incorporated dark, gothic elements into their synth-driven music, proving the genre's versatility.

The rise of neoclassical darkwave, spearheaded by acts like Dead Can Dance, has brought a new dimension to gothic music, blending classical influences with haunting, ethereal sounds. This genre's fusion of ancient and modern elements exemplifies gothic culture's ability to adapt and evolve while maintaining its core essence.

The Enduring Legacy

The enduring appeal of gothic culture in modern music lies in its ability to provide an emotional outlet and a sense of community for those who feel marginalized or disconnected from mainstream society. Its themes of existential reflection and spiritual exploration resonate across generations, offering solace and understanding to listeners.

Moreover, the visual and thematic richness of gothic culture continues to inspire artists to push boundaries and explore new creative territories. As music continues to evolve, the shadows cast by gothic culture will undoubtedly continue to shape and influence the artistic landscape.

In conclusion, the influence of gothic culture on modern music is because of its profound emotional depth and aesthetic power. From its origins in gothic rock to its pervasive presence across multiple genres, gothic culture remains a vital and transformative force in the world of music. Its ability to evoke deep emotions, challenge societal norms, and inspire artistic innovation ensures that the gothic spirit will endure, resonating through the shadows of modern music for years to come.

[kogane1023]

my personal voltron gang band lineup is as follows

keith - BASS

shiro - lead guitar

lance - rhythm guitar, backup vocals

allura - lead vocals

pidge - keyboard

hunk - drums

they literally are like. evanescence. a bunch of emo dudes and this drop dead gorgeous emo lady. i can see it. come to voltron band world with me it’s beautiful here

[darkstarofchaos]

Y'know. I haven't seen Disney's Wish, but I have heard a few of the songs, and I've seen the criticisms people have about them. And yeah, a lot of the lyrics are. Clearly unfinished. And the villain song sounds more like a mean girl song from something like The Heathers. But one of the things people really complain about is the rhyming, and I'm like... Some of the slant rhymes don't work because of where the emphasis on the syllables is, but I strongly suspect that if the lyrics were cleaned up a little to fix that, you wouldn't even notice if the rhyming is off.

Case in point: Lacrymosa by Evanescence only has one true rhyme in the entire song. And that's the first two lines of the chorus. There are some vague slant rhymes (very vague) in the third and fourth verses, but most of the song doesn't even pretend to rhyme. And I never noticed until a couple weeks ago, when I started writing a parody of it.

(Actually, Candy Store from The Heathers has its share of lines that don't rhyme; all of the lines in the chorus rhyme with "store" except for a random "prove" in the middle. Also the 'rhyme' of "eagles" and "me").

Anyway, yeah. I'm not a music student, and maybe weak rhymes just don't stand out to me as much as they do to other people. But I feel like I notice way more when the syllable count doesn't fit the rhythm, or when the emphasized syllables between lines doesn't match.

[jugoswolf5678]

Sometimes I sit and wonder what type of music Freddy, Jason and Michael would like. And after thinking about it for a little bit, here's what I've come up with:

Freddy Krueger:

•Possibly post-grunge and the occasional one hit wonders of pop from the '80s.

•Definitely a Michael Jackson fan (though he'd never admit it lol).

•He may not have an absolute favorite song but if you asked him, he may just name some random song he heard on the radio.

•BUT he does like Bloodsimple's 'Plunder'.

•Seething hatred for Taylor Swift and those who enjoy her music.

Jason Voorhees:

•Being in the camp isolated from any form of media for so long, it's hard to determine the genres he'd be partial to.

•If I had to guess, he'd like songs that remind him of his mother.

•Bands that have sick guitar riffs, as well some orchestral rhythms (i.e. Evanescence & Red)

•Favorite song may be U2's 'New Year's Day'

Michael Myers:

•Definitely a fan of AC/DC, KISS and Alice Cooper (or pretty much every mainstream band from the '70s).

•Michael has a lot of angst inside, so it would make sense for him to like music of that nature.

•Nu metal bands are his guilty pleasure

•He didn't like pop but it grew on him over time.

•Favorite song would be The Weeknd's 'In Your Eyes'.

Feel free to add your feedback!