#sympathy for the devil was going to be the title but then i wanted to talk about geomagnetic poles

[hjemne]

got back from the library at 11pm on a Friday night not because Ive got a pressing deadline but because I was writing academic literary analysis of the depiction of fascist rhetoric and aesthetic in attack on titan

[inklore]

if it's one thing your girl is great at it's making a million different google docs full of lists full of resources, ideas, etc that will help future me when it comes to posting fics.

fic titles are literally one of the biggest lists i have and not even in a perfect world where i write ten fics a day would i ever be able to use all of these, and i don't like to see things go to waste, and i know there's people out there that struggle with titles as much as i do. so i hope this list comes in handy for someone!

i don't think i need to say this but just in case: no one owns fic titles, anyone can use these, a dozen people or one or none. these are literally just words and letters. no one owns them. sharing is caring, enjoy lovies!

★ — ONE WORD.

overboard 

runaway 

repercussions 

sledgehammer 

stargazing 

symmetry 

deathless 

honey 

retrograde 

stitches 

gravity 

helpline 

hollow 

suffer 

pushing 

warrant 

want 

wonder 

emotions 

nonchalant 

lavender 

daydream 

nosebleed 

jigsaw 

static 

float 

limbs 

hologram 

careless 

lush 

rotting 

phonograph 

hypnotic 

splinters 

magnetic 

wasted 

lithium 

dealer 

she

candles 

sabotage 

secrets

better

crescendo

deny

phenomenon

nights

guilty

move

criminal

blue

rise

thirsty

strangers

clockwork

closer

hectic

change

somebody

more

misery

like

sour

lowkey

peaches

she

nervous

sympathy

scars

disappear

melody

gemini

cruel

persona

supernatural

nectar

obsessed

casual

tryant

xo

dare

honestly

yummy

out

paradise

nuts

groin

heaven

lost

stardust

tangerine

monolith

lunch

pov

perfume

dealer

tough

arson

★ — TWO WORDS.

hush hush

night away

heart stop

stone heart

waiting for

black rose

sad kids

spine breaker

look here

autumn leaves

for you

spring day

love maze

bad decisions

take two

wild flower

blue side

rainy days

face off

slow dancing

polar night

like crazy

club heaven

deeper water

romantic devil

hold me

angel eyes

picture you

after midnight

twilight zone

drain me

sorry sorry

pretty please

how sweet

bubble gum

empty box

love therapy

play me

red velvet 

cherry bullet 

midnight guest 

cherry wish 

code words

ghost walk

bad intentions 

atlas hands 

broken crown 

crystallized words 

filthy pride 

fresh eyes 

heavy feet 

hungry ghosts 

imaginary paintings 

neon jungle 

perfect storm 

slow hands 

stop signs 

sad farewells 

untranslated stars 

after hours 

bad liar 

bonfire heart 

bruised lips 

cherry bomb 

damaged goods 

dead end 

fire away 

gunpowder hourglass 

lonely together 

lost language 

old moons 

one dance 

paper knees 

sleepy eyes 

stolen dance 

vice city 

artificial heart 

cry baby 

daylight fading 

dream awake 

empty bottle 

exit wounds 

ghost orchards 

moving stones 

paper walls 

oceans away 

playing fiction 

something wild 

wild thoughts 

everybody’s fool 

eyes closed 

storms incarnate 

writing tragedies 

stereo driver 

soul searching 

party’s over 

backseat driving 

fearful heart 

backwards directions 

nosebleed seats 

high hopes 

lovers rock

wet dream 

selfish soul 

washed away 

rose rogue 

midnight sun 

teenage fantasy 

wandering romance 

sure thing 

wildest dreams 

rock candy

losing momentum 

ruin you 

heart holiday 

sink her 

cut splinters 

hot mess 

frozen devotion 

little star 

blind faith 

favorite crime 

romantic homicide 

those eyes 

play pretend 

plot line 

pretty poison 

intimidate you 

pretty face 

strawberry kisses 

lovers rock 

worlds apart 

desperate/separate ways 

those eyes 

the blonde 

loving machine 

spill blood

someone’s someone

★ — THREE WORDS.

got my number

happy without me

not over you

crazy for you

back to you

flame of love

just one day

let me know

hold me tight

make it right

closer than this

love me again

still with you

out of love

never let go

love in space

ready to bleed 

bleed for love

between the bars 

can’t be still

cold morning mist 

in cold blood

matter of time 

piece by piece 

ship to wreck 

taut with love 

waste a moment 

can’t see straight 

down and out 

in a blackout 

just like fire 

notes on tenderness 

across the room

fire with fire 

going half-mad

loving to ruins 

rust to gold

send my love 

talking in code 

cradling a dream 

cut to black 

dear to me 

run me dry 

dancing with demons 

kiss and tell 

if you care 

the cry out 

steal this night 

just for now 

heart on fire 

hold my head 

nobody but you 

simple and plain

a familiar sound 

fool for you 

drown your memory 

falling into you 

just like heaven 

warm like beaches 

love that stings 

rotting in places 

moves on you 

save your tears 

a single tear 

light my cigarette 

long nights, daydreams 

boys like you 

love me forever 

hands on me 

like a phonograph 

taking over me 

dug so deep 

touch the ground 

heart shaped box 

where’s my love

tears of gold

lover of mine 

love me wrong

kiss or kill 

exes and why’s 

love is easy 

stupid in love 

easy to love

lost with you 

glimpse of us 

keep you safe 

death with dignity 

just like heaven 

heart of glass 

baby i’m yours 

pull my strings 

★ — FOUR+ WORDS.

love me a little

happy without me

you can't hold my heart

wishing on a star

give it to me

around the world in a day

waste it on me

this mess is yours

feeling like i do 

on a war path 

blood on the surface 

corner of the sky 

do the divine love 

drinking the corinthian sun 

everything is laced in (add word) 

lost in the moment 

in the nick of time 

mouth like a pomegranate 

the bones you’re made of 

when the mania speaks 

all desire & no thought 

blue in the face 

collapsing and relapsing 

middle of the night 

sail to the sun 

lay down your arms 

falling into the sky 

take me where your heart is 

she’s like the bad weather 

kill for your love 

the cigarette and the smoker 

the match and the fuse 

saint, i’m a sinner 

when the sky comes falling 

pretty little hand in mine 

even when the sun don’t shine

staring at the sun / sunset 

tangled up with you all night 

paper airplanes flying 

maybe i’m a fool 

tastes like rock candy 

blood in a lemon

(a) heart ready to die 

fate is losing its patience 

at least we feel alive 

death for your secrets 

someone’s gonna ruin you 

dancing in a crowded room 

smell you on my clothes 

always taste like you 

leave me wanting more 

hunger for (insert here) 

swim before you drown 

put your hands on me 

drink my (these) tears and cry 

i’d sleep all day just to dream of you 

so high we never stood a chance 

i’d break down anytime for you 

maybe i’m wrong, or maybe it’s true 

i only breathe so that i breathe with you

a worn out cassette 

lips on my cold neck 

talking in my sleep 

make me feel like someone else 

locked inside your heart 

hooked on her flesh 

it’s bloody and raw 

the angel of small death 

just a couple sinners 

smiles cover your heart 

charmer and the snake 

stuck on your thumb 

if i killed someone for you 

dancing with your ghost 

i miss you, i’m sorry 

woman of the hour 

shut up and look pretty 

queen of the night 

devil in a dress 

the thought of you 

to be your lover 

falling over you 

just like a movie 

love on the line 

[justagirlandhersims]

SPOOKY DJ CHALLENGE

My biggest inspiration for edits is music and I love a good CAS/Edit Challenge. So for Simblreen, I decided to combine the two! Since it's a busy time for all of us, I decided to go with 10 days instead of the entire month. Details (and the set list outside of the graphic) under the cut!

Choose 10 of the songs above as inspiration for an edit/cas photo

It can be a direct interpretation of the song or just the title of said song

Some of these are songs I love and some came from various Halloween themed Spotify playlists

Post any day you want during the month of October

Share your creations with the hashtag #spookydj

Remember to use trigger warning hashtags as appropriate (I will too)

I'll happily reblog your posts if you tag it!

The challenge starts October 1, so get to planning!

And here is the set list again for those who have difficulty with the graphic above:

Thriller (obviously) by Michael Jackson

Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett

The Monster by Eminem ft. Rihanna

Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr

I Put a Spell on You by “Screamin” Jay Hawkins

Somebody’s Watching Me by Rockwell

Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon

Devil Inside by INXS

Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones

Bury a Friend by Billie Eilish

Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Evil Woman by ELO

Dracula’s Wedding by OutKast ft. Kelis

Red Right Hand by Nick Cave

Freaks Come Out at Night by Whodini

Lullaby by The Cure

Ain’t No Grave by Johnny Cash

Superstition by Stevie Wonder

There Will Be Blood by Kim Petras

Love Potion No. 9 by The Clovers

[spacey-llama]

ALRIGHT FELLAS LETS GET STARTED W/ SOME LOVE YOU LIKE A LOVE SONG LORE!!!!! (requested by @meymey-draws)

Also featuring bonus Sympathy For The Devil lore!

All of this under the cut!

So, hailing from Floworld, this is Lesley! Goddess of love and one of many Gods/Goddesses of music. The beloved twin sister of Lucyfer (Sympathy For The Devil). Lucy was once like the 'golden child,' but when her title was stripped from her and she was cast out of Floworld, Lesley quickly took that spot. In fact, there was a lot of pressure for her to stay wonderful and pure and not be wicked and conniving like her sister.

She holds no resentment for Lucy, she still loves her.

Lucy on the other hand-

You can assume how she feels about that situation.

Now, again, Lesley has a LOT of pressure on her. Fellow Gods and Godesses make constant comparisons between the two, like:

"Oh, Lesley, you're so much better than your sister."

"You're so sweet and kind, why couldn't Lucy be more like you?"

Etc etc. It gets tiring after a while! It's like she's only there, not because she's her own person, but because she's better than her sister. And, again, Lesley loves her sister, so it's kind of hurtful that everyone keeps beating her down when she's not even there.

And one day, she decided she'd had enough of that awful, stuffy atmosphere and being put on a pedestal. So, she left Floworld on her own terms, wanting to never return.

Now, she can be found exploring the Danceverses, fascinated by the variety of cultures and all the interesting people she's met! She helps people find love and finds joy in making others happy! Floworld is a little disconnected from the rest of the Danceverses, so she's sort of in a fish out of water thing. An "angel on earth." You know? She's thriving, though!

Lesley can usually be found in Wackygroove, as she adores the bright colors and crazy atmosphere. And that's where the Super Bass coach is from! And they're very in love :)

Bonus headcanons I couldn't fit in there:

I think she has a very light, breathy voice. Very calming and nice.

Her favorite food is cotton candy!

But yeah! I adore her SO MUCH!!!!!1 She's just a kind, sweet person and a delight to be around! Most people tend to like her just because she is so genuine (and she gives GREAT advice) :)))

BTW! I'm going to go in order from like when the requests were sent! So next is Lollipop from JD3 :D

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 1

Norma and Norman Bates sculpture by artist "Rainman," titled Murderer

Propaganda under the cut:

Dante/Vergil:

The entire game is about how the power of twincest and a little gratuitous dadson/unclenephew can overcome the cycle of generational trauma

They are half-human half-demon twins who got split up when they were 8. Dante is the more normal one although he is mega depressed and doesn't like being around full human people. Vergil is kind of the evil twin although he is not that evil

They meet again when they are 19 and fight a few times and generally seem like they don't like each other (at one point Dante says "how about a kiss from your little brother" before pulling out a gun) but later on they team up and act like the brothers they once were

Vergil jumps into the demon world (and it's implied that it's a kind of suicide attempt, I think) and stops Dante from reaching for him. Dante is very emo about this and basically considers Vergil dead. He then names his devil hunting business Devil May Cry after how he cried because of Vergil

10 years later Dante comes across a brainwashed Vergil and kills him, not recognizing that it was Vergil until he is dead and gone. Dante is very emo about this

Like 10 years after this Dante comes across Vergil's accidental kid and acts like a distant enigmatic uncle toward him. Like 5 years after that, Vergil is back and splits himself in half, and when one half tells Dante that the evil demon they need to stop is Vergil's other half, Dante gets super pissed at him because he thinks he's lying and doesn't like people using Vergil's name in vain, I guess.

Eventually, both halves of Vergil recombine and he and Dante fight again but Vergil's son tells them to stop doing that and they're just like "okay".

Then a portal is opening to the demon world so someone has to go there and stop it but they'll be trapped there. Both Vergil and Dante go. Vergil tells Dante he doesn't need his help and that he can leave but Dante is like "no 🥰". We see them fighting in hell (in a friendly way) and fighting other demons together, just generally having a good time. Currently, they are still trapped there.

TLDR: Dante is very depressed when it comes to Vergil because he's lost him like 3 times and just wants Vergil to be alive and with him. At the end of the last game, Dante is super genuinely happy with Vergil in the demon world. We see less of Vergil's side of things, but he loves and hates Dante because he feels inferior to him (for mommy issue reasons). Vergil only smiles around Dante and honestly likes fighting him for fun. There's a lot more I could say but this is already so long so... They are complicated but they love each other <3

Norma/Norman:

The weirdest, most charming mother/son duo ever. Bates Motel took an interesting story and turned it into something greater, exploring Norma and Norman's relationship with sincere sympathy. Their love for each other is beautiful, but destructive; their intimacy was born out of necessity and shared pain; the world won't leave them alone. It's awful to witness. It's beautiful and heartbreaking.

i mean COME ON. Norma is constantly upset that Norman expresses interest in other women. She hid her husband from Norman because she knew Norman would throw a hissy fit over them being together (which he did)

He tried to commit murder-suicide so they could die together and when he survived he taxidermied her corpse so they could be together forever

Norman “It’s like there’s a cord between us” x Norma “Honey that’s - that’s from Jane Eyre” are everything to me. I’m barely scratching the surface in doing justice to their insanity. They mean everything to each other and I love their fucked-up codependency so dearly.

After he killed her he couldn't live without her so literally absorbed her personality and started wearing her clothes and speaking for her and carrying her corpse around and when a woman he was attracted to showed up at the hotel he killed her as his mother bc of his mother's jealousy??

[novemberhush]

Rules: spell your username with song titles

Thanks for tagging me, @littleblackraincloudofcourse !❤️

N - November Air by Zach Bryan

O - Of Land and Sea by Amble

V - Violet by Hole

E - Empty Hearts by Josh Ritter

M - My Heart Is Broken by Ryan Adams

B - Broken Stones by Paul Weller

E - Everlong by Foo Fighters

R - Ride by Cary Brothers

H - High and Dry by Radiohead

U - Under the Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers

S - Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones

H - Hood of My Car by Anderson East

I did one of these just the other night and can’t remember who all I tagged so I’m just going to leave this one open for anyone who wants to grab a tag, doesn’t matter if we’re mutuals or not, doesn’t matter if we’ve ever interacted before or not, just go for it. (I promise I won’t think you’re weird!) 😘

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Some of you have probably noticed that I havent made a liveblog post in a while. Well, thats because I usually read on the bus and during my classes and then I come home and summarize my thoughts on the 2-5 chapters I read after theyve marinated in my head for a little while, but unfortunately i appear to be incapacited at the moment so I cant do that. But because its been weeks and I dont wanna forget anything and I would very much like to finish this series soon, I'll try to read at home sometimes from now on. Since my brain is still a lil mush Im gonna do what I did for my last post, which is write down what Im thinking as Im reading instead of summarizing all my thoughts retroactively, except this time I have my german copy on hand so if I want to quote something it'll be a translation

Anyway, with all that said, welcome to my twisted mind, please enjoy my thoughts on A Court of Mist and Fury Chapters 40

Chapter 40

Ive been wanting to say this for a while now but i kept forgetting, but they translated 'winnowing' as 'den Wind spalten' ['splitting the wind'] and that is objectively so much cooler, shoutout to my gal Alexandra Ernst for that

Feyre being like "ugh, its so pathetic how these human guards think they could stand a chance against even one of us" hurts me so much you guys what have they done to my girl

Once again, its apparently perfectly fine if Rhysand doesnt tell Feyre anything "because she never asked" but if Tamlin doesnt tell her anything when she never asked hes the devil

Also once again, Feyre is perfectly not-triggered at Mor wearing a scarlet dress

Idk how to explain this, but Rhysand saying that Feyre is wearing a golden crown because "she looks so good with it, how could he not give her one" is somehow the perfect encapsulation of the hollowness of her High Lady title

Oh, of course three of the queens only showed up to watch the other two talk, itd be too hard to write dialogue if they actually participated in this important conversation

hello???? Feyre referring to humans as "your kind" ??? wth is going on

"every side bears some blame" hey rhysand ive got a question for ya. which side enslaved the other again

everytime the oldest queen does anything the prose feels the need to remind me of how old and wrinkly she is and its like, i get it, shes OLD

The oldest queen is spitting so hard rn, Im not even gonna question how they heard of the night court when Feyre, who lived closest to Prythian for many years, didnt know anything aout the individual courts prior to getting there herself, Im just gonna put her whole little monologue here: "Oh? [...] The High Lord of the Night Court asks that we join him so that we can save lives together? Fight for peace? And what about the lives that you have taken during your long, despicable existance? What about the High Lord who shrouds himself in darkness and destroys the mind of those who stand in his way? [...] We have heard of you on the continent, Rhysand. We have heard of what the Court of Night is capable of, what you do to your enemies. Peace? I wouldn't have thought that you - a man who enslaves the minds of others and kills them out of pure enjoyment - even know that word."

Anyway, she was spitting absolute bars and Feyre gets super mad about it and almost commits arson but manages to reign herself in and its like girlie, why are you so upset? one of the first things we find out about the night court in this book is that they apparently indiscriminately kill (or atleast torture) anyone who crosses the night court border without permission like theyre the fucking us government, i think the bad reputation is justified

Forgive me if I sound callous, but I have absolutely no sympathy for Rhysand flinching at the mention of Amarantha when Feyre didnt even use her name and is also talking about how she fucking DIED AT HER HANDS

God, I feel like I have something to say about every single line this post is gonna be like 10 thousand words long by the time Im done

So lets take it from the top; Feyre tries to convince the mortal queens to give them the half of the book by recounting to them how much everyone suffered under Amarantha and how she was gruesomely beaten to death and then revived, which is not a compelling argument to me, who actually witnessed all of that, much less these queens who have barely any context for anything shes saying right now

The oldest queen is like "you dont know anything about anything" which is true what the fuck does Feyre know about whats going on in the human world or even the fae world at large, and then Rhysand growls "dont you dare talk down to her!!" because shes passionate and speaking from the heart or whatever and its like, okay, shes still not good at politicking or even just basic negatioation and shes talking to a seasoned politician who old as fuck

Like, if Feyre was actually smart, she wouldve long since realized that she couldnt convince these queens to protect this little slip of land right up to prythians border and been like "okay, you dont wanna protect the land, but can you atleast organize an evacuation so you can atleast save the people" Sure, they definitely still wouldnt have agreed to that because its a sjm book and theyre written to be comically evil, but it would atleast demonstrate Feyre being a little savvy, because right now all we're getting is her being stupid and stubborn in a situation where she really cant afford that

god, im just now noticing how pissed off I am, its been bleeding into my commentary and its not gonna stop, Im sorry. wait no, if youre reading this youre probably looking for negativity, so youre welcome, actually

Anyway, Rhys also says that Feyre is a kindhearted soul looking out for people who cant defend themselves even though she definitely thought that those human guards were pathetic for wanting to defend themselves when she and the other fae were soooooo much more powerful and he definitely knows that because the mental bond is fully open during this meeting and he chastises the queens for being selfish and cowardly when its like, my brother in christ you are doing the exact same bullshit, but atleast the queens are defending a wholeass continent while hes defending one (1) city. and iirc that city ends up getting attacked and destroyed anyway so good job my guy

Theres something so oddly biblical about the story Mor is telling about Miriam, down to her name being Miriam

That island thats removed from time is such bullshit istg

Is it just me or have these bozos not actually explained what they even need the other half of the book for. theyre just like "we need to stop this war and we'd like peace between humans and fae" and its like cool, hows the book gonna help with that though

im sorry, feyre wants to punch that old woman in the face????

the chapter ends with Elain being like "I hope they burn in hell" and i get that, they just straight up said that they want to abandon a whole bunch of people (them included) to die if a war breaks out, but you cant say that the night court girlies are not also at fault for being so fucking bad at politics

[wraithdance]

I would love to hear more about Sympathy for the Devil. Your title intrigues me. -- Charlie (SentientCave)

Ah yes Sympathy for the Devil 😈 that one is a Laswell x assassin!reader inspired by the show killing eve!!

It’s meant to be a two shot where I get to be very very veryyyy gay but it’s turned into me wanting to make it longer which I don’t have time for. I don’t have a summary that doesn’t completely give away the plot so here’s literally the only coherent piece I have rn:

Kate Laswell is not one to believe in omens, they’re far too close to superstition for her liking. In her line of work focusing on anything but what’s right in front you is a death sentence. Yet the coffee in her to-go cup is bitter, there's bird shit on her italian leather loafers and a dead man in her driveway. So, Kate can’t help but feel this may be a sort of prophetic quality for what will be her week.

[sugarpsalms]

👀

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Oooh can do! Let's see, let's see...ok the next upcoming part of No Loyalty (once the third chap of the current installment is finished) is where we start to ramp things up a bit! Like, up to this point we've been placing relationship building blocks, getting a feel for what Doffy has going on, and establishing the backend of how Rosi+his superiors communicate/what about. But now that we've got a good footing, it's time to start letting Rosi worm his way in for real and get some Marine side schemes cooking, which I'm extremely excited about!

Anyway! The next part (or maybe next-next, as I'm considering doing a small interlude where I play around with formatting again and have Rosi in Very Important den den meeting) is called The Devil Brought Tequila. I haven't decided if it'll be a very long one shot or another multichap; we'll have to see how the vibes feel. But either way, it's a collection of Rosi's early and increasingly frequent trips to see Doffy, culminating in him jamming his foot good and hard in Doffy's door. The title is a reference to...well, I don't want to spoil it, but it's a reference to the last section of this particular fic. Depending on who your sympathy falls heaviest on, who the devil is is up to you :3

for funsies, I'll put a small segment of it below the cut!

—

"What do you want? Really." Doflamingo's voice smeared so lightly, the liquor barely putting a dent in his composure.

"What, to drink?" Rosi reached for his glass. He twirled it, sloshing tequila, playing up how drunk he was—though not by much. "I'm not even finished with this one."

"Don't be coy, little brother. You can tell me." He leaned closer, crowding Rosinante's side of the couch. He reeked of alcohol. How wasn't he looser? Rosinante felt like a buouy. "You won't upset me."

That was a lie. Rosinante knew it. There were quite a few things he could ask for that'd ruffle his brother's feathers. There were even some, he suspected, that would make him seize up like a rabbit; and wasn't that funny, Rosi thought through his haze: Doffy, being afraid.

He hesitated, playing with his glass and shifting his gaze. He looked down at his boots, then over to his discarded coat. Doflamingo followed, chasing his attention all over the room like a jealous toddler.

"You'll tell me no," Rosi said.

His brother chuckled. "Oh, obviously. I love saying no to you."

[deanstudies101]

S5 reading of the titles

Episode 1, Sympathy for the Devil: [we did right before watching. It was like. There’s sympathy for the devil. Lucifer is actually nice/good. Might get Lucifer’s backstory/a villain monologue]

Episode 2, Good God, Y'all!: Iga, something to do with God, and Cas, Cas has a conversation with Sam and Dean. Kai, more God lore. Like, the angels didn’t do this, who did this? Iga, God lore, God involvement, God’s around—maybe! Maybe God’s around.

Episode 3, Free To Be You and Me: Kai, Lucifer trying to convince people over to his side. Iga, but what does that mean though? Lucifer wants to punish God, the angels want to stop Lucifer… and then what? The demons want to live on earth and be free, which is reasonable, but what about the angels? Are they bored? [I’m not responding to this.]

Episode 4, The End: Iga, you giggle about this one. You’re excited about this one. [Haha, yeah. I think what I actually said is this one is going to destroy you, Iga, personally. But not in the way you think.] Does Cas… orgasm? Does Cas have sex? [(I am laughing uncontrollably.) Can we stop talking about this.] Kai, Chuck finishes the book.

Episode 5, Fallen Idols: Iga, fallen angels is a thing, so maybe it’s about more of those? Kai, people are fighting to be the next God. Iga, I don’t know why Kardashians come to mind, they’re not going to be there. Kai, but isn’t Paris Hilton in Supernatural at some point?

Epside 6, I Believe the Children Are Our Future: Pass

Episode 7, The Curious Case of Dean Winchester: Iga, he’s curious. Kai, he gets diagnosed with autism. Iga, it’s a Dean episode. It’s centred around Dean. Kai, and his autism. Iga, maybe it’s a goofy Dean lore episode, where they like study Dean.

Episode 8, Changing Channels: Kai, isn’t there something about being attuned to the angel channels? Iga, Anna was, but she was an angel. Kai, I think it’s going to be something to do with that. Iga, or about switching sides. [(they said I was smiling.) This episode holds a special place in my heart. I like it. I think it’s good. I think you’ll enjoy it.]

Episode 9, The Real Ghostbusters: Kai, the Ghostfacers come back. Iga, I would like that. It could also be MotW, classic ghost hunting thing. Or maybe they literally meet the real ghostbusters.

Epsiode 10, Abandon All Hope...: Kai, I think things might be looking a bit bleak. Iga, yeah… what number is this? [Episode 10. It’s the midseason finale.] I sussed that out somehow. It’ll tell us how the finale will go. They abandon hope. Maybe they meet God and he’s useless.

Episode 11, Sam, Interrupted: Kai, psych ward episode. Iga, yeah I guess. Kai, I think there’s a very specific famous gif in this one.

Episode 12, Swap Meat: Iga, the first thing I thought was Freaky Friday. The word meat throws me off, it’s very fleshy. Kai, yeah. Maybe motw. Iga, maybe it’s a shapeshifter. They like bringing those back. But Freaky Friday might be fun.

Episode 13, The Song Remains the Same: Kai, I think they might be fighting against fate again. Iga, I think that’s a good guess. Inevitability, destiny, all that.

Episode 14, My Bloody Valentine: 0 ideas. Iga, maybe it’s valentines day. Or someone dies. Kai, one of the brothers fucks. We get a sex scene. Hopefully Dean.

Episode 15, Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid: 0 ideas. Iga, why can’t they wear plaid? I don’t understand. Maybe it’s about a ghost lumberjack who wants to wear plaid. Kai, but Dean wears a lot of plaid. Iga, maybe Dean is naked. Kai, maybe Dean dies.

Episode 16, Dark Side of the Moon: Pass

Episode 17, 99 Problems: Iga, but a bitch ain’t one. [(they laughed) No, correct. That’s the reference. You don’t know what that means, but you’re right.] Kai, do they kill Meg?

Episode 18, Point of No Return: Pass

Episode 19, Hammer of the Gods: Kai, I think Dean might get possessed by Michael. Iga, but Dean is the sword, maybe there’s another vessel who’s a hammer. No, it’s about Dean. He’s the tool.

Episode 20, The Devil You Know: Iga, Lucifer, Lucifer lore? Kai, maybe there’s a bigger bad than Lucifer? Iga, maybe they meet Lucifer and are like, maybe he has a pint, but Dean is like no, the devil is bad, and they get their ass kicked.

Epsiode 21, Minutes to Midnight: Iga, well that’s. That’s the one where the worlds ending. So that. The world is ending. It’s also the penultimate episode.

Episode 22, Swan Song: Iga, I know swan song means something, but I can’t remember what. Kai, isn’t it your last song before you die? [It is a phrase, I believe it’s a misconception, but the idea that swans only sing when they’re about to die.] Iga, killing Lucifer? So we’re killing Lucifer? Kai, or God. Iga, it’s not God. Someone important like Cas is going to sacrifice themselves for the killing of Lucifer, and Dean is going so say wahhh bring them back please, and then they come back at some point. Kai, maybe it’s Sam who sacrifices himself to kill Lucifer, because it’s kind of his fault and he feels bad. Iga, I mean, Dean also did cause it as well. Kai, yeah, they all kinda did, but Sam did the last bit and actually rose Lucifer. [I missed something here but] Iga, someone is crying about someone bringing someone back. Kai, but we do know that Dean has a moment that Dean has a moment when Dean says wahhh bring Cas back. [lol, one?] Iga, I just feel like every season finale has someone sacrificing themselves for something. So someone that we don’t want to die is going to die, and then get brought back.

[inkblot22]

I Need A Little Sympathy.

Hi, hello. The formatting and possibly masterlist link for this one is going to be absolute garbage. I'm working from mobile, so uh. Please forgive me, I'll fix it as soon as I have time and resources. This is part 3 of Pants On Fire.

Anyway, TW for yandere, abuse, use of a shock collar, kidnapping, captivity, use of the nickname "kitten," and a general misunderstanding of how electronics work.

It’s very easy to forget that Idia is pretty tall and a tad intimidating. You find yourself forgetting on a near regular basis.

Perhaps it’s just the way he feels, the way that, despite his looming presence, he just feels that much more small and timid. Perhaps it’s all just the way he slouches. And then he stands up and you remember. You remember how he really is that looming presence in the corner, lanky and watching your every move.

Besides that, ever since he kissed you, he’s been a lot more… clingy? If you can call a grown man constantly begging you to sit with him as he games or watches anime or whatever the hell else, if you can call that “clingy,” then yes. Idia is clingy. And you’ve given in, a few times, although it should be noted that the content of the anime he watches with you is usually somewhat… Risque. The gaming is innocent enough, some sort of MOBA or MMO usually, something like League or FFXIV. you can live through some questionable design choices and jiggle physics in his games without thinking it was on purpose, but if you had to watch one more episode of whatever long title he rattled off last time where the heroine mysteriously both loses her clothing every episode and has a temperament similar to yours, you’d lose it.

Unfortunately for you, the devil affords you no rest, and seeing as Ortho was out today, you can’t hide behind his presence like a shield. 

Idia spins in his seat, face and the tips of his hair taking on a pink peachy tone as he watches you laying on the floor. Idia’s room had a few places to sit, but since he has you crowd into the bed with him, you prefer to not sit there or be anywhere near it until bedtime comes and that steady roll of electricity hits your neck until you crawl in next to him. Besides, the only other place was the chair he is sitting in. 

“Hey…” He begins.

“No thanks.” Honestly, you are bored, but not bored enough to constitute plopping yourself in his lap so he can watch creepy anime and place his hands on your knees awkwardly. You had been enjoying your little contemplation of your current predicament. 

Usually by now, Idia would have sighed, mumbled something about normies never wanting to interact with him anyway because they were just so much better than a shut-in like him, and turned back to do whatever it was without you. That is not what happened. This time, he stands up and walks over to where you are sprawled out.

You sit up a touch, not expecting that in the least. You’re even less prepared for him to pick you up and toss you butt first onto the bed. You yelp and look up, through your arms.

Idia has never struck you but with him looming over you like this, you feel scared. Idia is so tall, and you are being given an intense reminder. 

"What are you doing?" Your voice comes out shaky, soft and confused.

Idia just shrugs, "Spending time with my partner."

"Idia, I don't-"

"Yeah, I know. You don't even want to be here." He lays down over you, arms encasing you, keeping you stuck on the bed, "You don't exactly have a say."

"Of course I do." You retort. 

Idia looks down at you, eyes devoid of any type of care. He grabs your wrist and presses your pulse against the one in his throat.

The shock collar worked a little funny. You have a sneaking suspicion that Idia messes around with it while you're sleeping, because it works differently than it did before. Before, it would just zap you, no warning. Now it gives you a quick, three tap warning.

Zap zap zap!

Then it stops and you have three seconds to stop doing whatever it was. Depending on the severity of what you're doing, the incoming jolt of rolling electricity is either so intense that you have to fight to stay conscious, or low enough for you to know it left a mark. 

Idia knows his machines. When he placed the collar on you, you saw a bunch of exposed wires and circuits. It looked like an amateur's work, but now that you've been around Idia for a long while, you can't help but notice that literally nothing else he makes has exposed parts. The collar was made to shock, so it shocks. 

You grit your teeth and let out a noise as the shock begins to work. It ramps up in intensity, not too slowly, but not too quickly either. By the time it reaches its peak, you're screaming, howling as you thrash and writhe. 

"You know, I read something about focusing on one point when you're in pain," Idia says, somewhat boredly. "I think if you just focused on me, kitten, you'd be a bit better off. Don't you think?"

Despite being actively liquefied, your brain manages to focus for a second on the spot where your wrist is pressed against Idia's neck. You feel his pulse throb once, then twice. 

It's your standard heartbeat. You can't focus any more than you already have, though, since Idia's grip on your arm is keeping your hand in the one place you're never allowed to touch on Idia.

As you pass out, you hear him say, "I'll tell you the plot of this episode when you wake up, okay, kitten?"

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Cirice

Chapter 2 (ch. 1)

A Daniel Wagner / fem!reader series

Summary: You wanna deal with The Devil? You gotta live with it when he sets you on fire.

Tags: Demon!Daniel, angst

A/N: No trigger warnings this time around! This is probably going to be one of the softer chapters I publish for this fic. Just a head's up, it gets darker from here on out. Title taken from Cirice by Ghost. Dedicated to the lovely @samkooszka <3. Please enjoy reading!

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It only occurred to you the next morning that you failed to ask the demon when Jake’s hand would be repaired. You had been sipping your coffee and looking out the kitchen window above your sink when it struck you, slamming your mug down on the counter in frustration. Your annoyance only increased when you realized that you had spilled coffee everywhere and you would be the one having to clean it up. With a huff, you flick the liquid off your hands and rinse them off, grabbing a paper towel and wiping up the spilled drink. 

Checking the time, you realized that you were late in picking up Jake for his physical therapy. While he technically could drive himself, he hadn’t wanted to since his accident. None of you or the boys had wanted to push him into driving, so all four of you took turns driving him. And while your turn had been yesterday, you were doing Sammy a favor by taking in Jake. Rosie had a vet appointment so you offered to take his turn. 

Rushing with throwing on some clothes and shoes, you grab your keys and a coat and jog out to your car. As the engine roared to life, you startled as the radio jumped alive with the sound of Mick Jagger’s singing. 

Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints

As heads is tails

Just call me Lucifer

'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

You shook your head and punched the off button on the radio. Of course the song was Sympathy For The Devil because why wouldn’t it be after what you had done last night? Even though the song had ceased filtering through your car speakers, it caused you to think about what you’d done. There was someone out there - whom you may or may not know - that just had half of their soul removed from their body. If removing a soul all at once was enough to instantly kill, what would happen to someone who had half of it taken away? Would they get sick? Would they go into a coma? Oh god, was there now someone hospitalized because of you?? 

That was all that consumed your mind as you made the drive over to Jake’s. It seemed as though your anxiety was on a loop of itself, repeating the same concerns over and over again. It would’ve convinced yourself that you were a bad person if you hadn’t already believed yourself to be. But, recently you have been trying to better yourself. There was a reason you had been willing to sacrifice your soul to the devil for Jake’s dreams. 

When you pulled into Jake’s driveway, you didn’t even need to call him to let you know you arrived. He came bounding out of his house and right up to your car. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t startle you slightly see him so excited. It had been months since he had been anything close to genuinely happy, so your surprise was a pleasant one.

When he reached your car, he pulled on the handle and then knocked on the window when he couldn’t get in. Snapping back into yourself, you press the button and he immediately yanked it open. A blast of cold air sent chills over your body as Jake slid into the front seat, slamming it closed behind him. His eyes were bright as he beamed excitedly at you; reminiscent of a child on Christmas morning. 

“Good morning, Jakey. You look chipper,” you greet, pulling your jacket tighter around you after you shivered. 

“Y/N, you’ll never fucking believe it. Last night - just out of the goddamn blue - my hand started to feel better. I haven’t felt like this in months and I just decided to throw caution to the wind and pick up my guitar; I played Highway Tune and I felt no pain. Then I just said ‘fuck it’ and went for The Weight of Dreams… I played it perfectly! I-I don’t know what’s going on… but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the fucking mouth. It’s some kind of… of miracle.” Jake exposited, his left hand stretching and flexing as he spoke on its own volition. There was disbelief lacing his words, amazement in his eyes and smile. When he concluded, he looked down at his once broken hand and watched himself flex it. 

You could feel yourself deflate with relief, your posture becoming less rigid as he shared with you the good news. It was only until he smiled up at you that you realized you failed to react to him. Schooling your face, you tried your best to look surprised. “Jake, that’s incredible!” 

You saw his smile dim at your words. You had never been a great actress. 

“Y/N… did you-?” 

Your heart pounded as he gazed at you so deeply with those soft brown eyes of his. The last time he had gazed at you like that, there were a lot less clothes on either of you and both of you were sweating-

“Y’know what? I don’t want to know what you did. Just… thank you. Thank you so fucking much,” he gently grabbed your hand with his newly fixed one, “you gave me my dream back.” 

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a tear roll down your cheek. Smiling, you kissed his hand in yours, wiping away your tear with your free hand. “Anything for you, Jakey.” 

You weren’t expecting him to pull you into a hug, but you also weren’t gonna complain. It was a tight one, but it was his way of showing his appreciation. The longer you embraced, the more you wanted to cry. You had to pull away after a moment, the tears stinging your eyes. 

“Alright, we’re gonna be late for your physical therapy,” you remind him, a watery laugh escaping your lips. 

“Oh, shit!” he exclaimed before running back into the house. He emerged a moment later with his guitar case in hand and a huge smile on his face as he hoisted it up for you to see. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, fond of actions. 

You popped the trunk of the car for him, shivering once again as the mid-winter air filtered into your car. 

“I kinda need this,” he commented with a smile before closing the trunk. 

“Have you told the boys yet?” you asked, putting the car in reverse after he buckled into the seat. 

“Not yet. I wanted to surprise them tonight over dinner.” 

You nodded as you kept your eyes on the road, turning the radio back on. 

“You’re coming too, babe. Just try and keep it a secret until then, alright?” 

That brought a smile to your face. You had thought that you were going to be included, but you also weren’t going to just invite yourself. You were so glad that you would be there to see all of Jake’s brothers have not only their careers back but Jake himself. It was clear that - even from your minimal interaction today - that he was back to his normal self. For the rest of the day, you forgot about that soul you squandered away. With Jake back to his normal self, it seemed entirely worth it. You’d suffer any and all torment hell would bring to you just to keep him smiling like that. 

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You had spent the day with Jake after his physical therapy. Due to his “miraculous” recovery, that was his last appointment he ever had to go to. After that finished, you two went to the grocery store in order to get supplies for the meal you would serve later that night. It was while you were browsing the produce aisle that you sent out the details for tonight out in the groupchat. Each of the boys responded by the time you checked out, surprisingly. It would often take them hours to respond if you were lucky and a few days at the latest. It was quite infuriating, but you had gotten used to it over time. 

“They all said they’re coming,” you informed Jake, looking over to him as he looked back and forth between different cloves of garlic. 

“What about Mackenzi? Is she coming too?” You didn’t miss the hesitance in his voice as he asked after Danny’s girlfriend. While you hadn’t been friend’s with Danny for nearly as long as the Kiszkas had, you did know that he was at his happiest when he had spent a long period of time away from her. She wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around; she always acted like she was better than everyone around her and wasn’t friendly towards you in particular. 

You looked back at the groupchat to double check Daniel’s message. “He just said ‘cool, I’ll be there’. So, probably not.” 

Jake nodded, placing one of the garlic cloves in the cart before pushing it towards another section. You were sure you weren’t meant to hear it, but under his breath you swear you heard him say “thank god”. It seemed you weren’t the only one who wasn’t a fan of Mackenzi. 

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Despite not being the best in the kitchen, you tried to help Jake where you could. He was thankfully patient with you as you fumbled your way around, asking for help when you needed it. 

“Jake! What do I do after chopping up this… what was it called again?” you ask, embarrassed at how whiny you sounded. But, you were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of what you didn’t know that it made you nearly want to burst into tears at times. 

“That’s green onion,” Jake gently informed, chuckling as he wiped his hands off on some paper towel. You felt your stress slightly fall as he smiled at you, making his way towards where you stood at the counter. 

“Of course it’s called green onion. It’s green and smells like onions,” you lamented, setting your knife down and holding your head in your hands. They smelled like onions. 

With another fond laugh, Jake gently pulled you into his arms. You didn’t move your hands as he wrapped you in an embrace, but you did rest your head against his shoulder. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead; you could feel the smile on his lips. “You’re doing great, love.” 

You tried to ignore the way the close proximity and the pet name made your heart jump. With a sigh, you pulled away and took a deep breath in order to calm your stress. You opened your eyes to see him smiling at you. He tucked a hair behind your ear, the look in his eye changing to something more… lustful. 

“You look lovely,” he purred, his hand lingering on your jaw. 

“Jacob?” 

“Yes?” 

“Your garlic is burning,” you inform him, tipping your head to point at the skillet on the burner. 

Turning his head and sniffing the air, he ran towards the stove. “SHIT!”

Laughing fondly, you go back to your green onions to chop up a few of the pieces that were on the bigger side. However, you were interrupted by a knock on the door. Looking over at Jake struggling with his garlic, you set your knife down and went to answer the door. 

“Hey, y/n! I wasn’t expecting to find you here yet,” Sam exclaimed as you opened the door. He pulled you into a hug after taking his jacket off, the smell of cigarette smoke filling your nose as he did. 

“Is that Sam?” you heard Jake call out from the kitchen. 

“Yeah-”

“Sammy boy! Get in here! I need your help!” Jake cut you off, his voice loud as he shouted. 

You and Sam shared a long-suffering look before he slipped his shoes off and grabbed the wine he had set down on the floor to bring into the kitchen. “He seems better.” 

“You have no idea.” You absently run your thumb over the bandage you wrapped around the hand you cut open for the ritual. 

You two walked into the kitchen, the smell of food cooking making your mouth water. Noticing your presence, Jake looks over his shoulder and smiles at you. He silently motions for his brother to join him by the stove with a tip of his head. Sighing, Sam passes the wine he had in his hand off to you, asking if you would put it in the fridge. 

Just as you had put the wine away, another knock on the door resounded through the house. Not even bothering to wait for Jake to ask, you walked back towards the front door. This time, you opened it to see the last Kizska brother at the door. 

“It’s cold as balls out there!” Josh exclaimed, pushing past you and into the house. “Hi, y/n!” 

His smile was huge as it usually was, shaking his head to get the snow out of his curls. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack before pulling you into a tight hug. “Hello, Joshie.” 

“So… how’s Jake doing?” he asked as the two of you walked towards the kitchen. There was concern filling his eyes that he attempted to hide with a smile. He didn’t do a good job, however. You could tell how nervous he was. 

“Well, I’m not the one who should tell you. But there’s a surprise at the end of the night that Jake wants to share with you guys,” you answer as you round into the kitchen. 

Josh’s smile got brighter after you spoke, the worry draining out of it. Josh didn’t even bother walking over to greet his brothers, just jumping up to sit on one of the far counters. He reminded you of a bird, the way he perched and observed the world around him. 

“Hey,” Jake and Sam both absently greet their oldest brother, consumed with preparing the meal. Josh didn’t seem bothered by his luke-warm welcome. He was used to his brothers getting lost in their cuisine. 

The minutes passed as Sam and Jake cooked, the four of you all having a good time in the kitchen. While you enjoyed yourself, there was something in the back of your mind that told you something was off. Glancing at your phone, you realized that Danny was almost half an hour late. Your brow knit at the realization, concern flooding your veins. 

“Hey, Sam, do you know if Danny said he was gonna be late?” you ask, walking up closer so he could hear you over the music playing over the speakers. 

“Why do you guys always ask me about Danny, huh? It’s not like we’re attached at the hip,” he griped, chopping another bit of green onion. Loud and sharp chops! cut through the air as his irritation took over. 

All three of you gazed at the youngest Kiszka, all of you having the same look of disbelief and doubt on your faces. Sam turned around to see everyone shooting that look at him, his face turning slightly pink at the attention. He haughtily returned to chopping, refusing to look at you all. 

“He mentioned that he would be a little late.” Sam finally relented, knowing that he was, in fact, the first to be informed about Daniel’s whereabouts and any new information from Daniel. None of you pressed for more despite knowing there was more to that story than Sam was telling. So, you all let it go and continued on. 

Right as you and Josh finished setting the table, you heard a knock. Sharing a look with Josh, you made for the front door. When you became the goddamn doorman, you had no idea. 

“Danny! You made it! How-” you stopped yourself short as you saw how red and puffy Daniel’s eyes were. He gave you a weak smile, his eyes glittering as he stepped into the light of the vestibule. 

“Hey, y/n,” he greeted, his tone watery and breakable. Your chest ached immediately at the sight, fighting the urge to pull him into a tight embrace and never let him go. 

“Are you ok? What happened?” you asked, tucking a loose curl behind his ear. Danny flinched away from the touch, his hand coming up to push yours away. 

“I’m… I’m fine. I’d rather not talk about it right now.” And with that, he quickly walked over to the bathroom. You heard the door slam behind him, your brow becoming creased as your concern for him doubled. 

Quickly making your way into the kitchen, you grab Sam by the shoulder and drag him away from Jake, the bassist whining the entire time. 

“Sam, shut up for fuck’s sake! I need you to do me a favor-”

“Oh, you want me to do something nice for you after you manhandle me-” 

“Daniel is crying in the bathroom right now,” you gritted out, pulling Sam’s ear close to you to keep your tone quiet. 

Instantly, Sam’s expression changed. All of the color drained from his face as he looked at you with wide eyes. “He what?” 

“I need you to go check on him for me,” you requested, knowing that if Danny was willing to talk to anyone, it was Sammy. 

“Of course. I’ve got this,” he rushed, all but sprinting down the hall to the door that sequestered Daniel behind it. 

While Sam handled Danny, you kept the twins distracted so that they wouldn’t ask any questions. While you knew that this was a matter that you should’ve included them in, you didn’t want to worry them too much. You just hoped that Sammy would be able to comfort Danny in the way he needed to be. 

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Dinner had been served, but Daniel and Sam didn’t emerge from the bathroom until most of the contents of your plate were eaten. You and the twins had made normal conversation, but the entire time it had been weighed down by the obvious fact that there was something going on with Daniel that none of you could assist him with. When the pair finally came to join the dinner table, the air changed immediately. 

As Sam guided Danny to his chair, a reassuring arm wrapped around his shoulders, there was an unadulterated rage burning fiercely behind his eyes that was barely contained. Danny avoided all eye contact, his head hanging in order to hide his sorrow stained eyes. Right when the bassist sat down, you caught his eye, silently asking him if Danny was alright. Clenching his jaw, Sammy subtly shook his head no. 

Josh cleared his throat, taking a sip of wine before offering rhythm section to serve them their dinner. Sam glanced at Daniel briefly before accepting. You and Jake shared a look, worry written all over both of your faces. 

“Do you think now is a good time?” he whispered, leaning in towards your ear. 

You glanced between the other three boys. There was such an air of fragile sadness between all of them that it broke your heart. “They need the pick-me-up.”

Jake looked you deep in the eyes before nodding. He agreed, they needed a win that night for sure. He brushed his fingers over your shoulder gently and shot you a small smile before he got up from his chair. He went unnoticed by the other three as he traveled down the hall to grab one of his guitars. He returned a minute or two later with his case in one hand and an amp and chord in the other. Only when he set them all down onto the floor did he get noticed by the other three. 

All conversation (whatever small and tense talk there was that was going on) ceased as all eyes turned to the guitarist. It continued to remain quiet as you all watched him set up his equipment. Josh eventually caught your eye, sending a questioning look your way. All you did was smile and point back at Jake. 

“So, I know that this is not the ideal time,” Jake glanced quickly over at Daniel, “but I wanted to show you guys… Well, it’s better if I just let my guitar do all the talking.” 

Glancing at you momentarily, you give Jake a reassuring nod and a smile. With a shaky breath, Jacob closed his eyes and began strumming his guitar. At first he started slow, playing basic riffs and chords. However, when it became clear that he became lost in the music he was playing, he got braver and started to play like he had back before the accident. Even though you already knew that Jake was back to previous skill level, you still felt the surprise and disbelief fill your veins as he played so elaborately that it took your breath away. When he concluded playing that’s when you realized you were crying. 

Finally opening his eyes, Jake smiled nervously. He cleared his throat and set aside the guitar. “So… yeah… that’s what I wanted to show you.” 

“Jake…” Sam spoke, completely stunned as the reality of the situation hit him. 

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor and then falling on the floor preceded Josh pulling his twin into a bone crushing embrace. From the way his shoulders were shaking it seemed that he was crying. Jake, albeit stunned, wrapped his arms around Josh, his eyes closing as he accepted the hug. 

Sam was quick to follow, wrapping his arms around his brothers and resting his head atop Jake’s. There was a huge, beaming smile on his face as you noticed a tear slip out of one of his eyes. Danny was close behind, a watery but proud smile on his lips as he rested a hand on Jake’s shoulder. You remained in your seat, watching the moment unfold before you. 

It was worth it. Whatever terrible, horrible consequences that you certainly would have to face would be worth that moment. 

At least, that’s what you believed for the first few months. 

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Research, Week 1

Topics of Interest: Archive, Books, Worldbuilding

ARCHIVE

My main foray into the archive was through a book I obtained at the Printed Matter Festival last spring semester: Archives on Show — Revoicing, Shapeshifting, Displacing; A Curatorial Glossary.

Oh boy. There's a lot. First, some basic points on archives. It's essentially a collection of artifacts, documents, informations, that are d/recontexulized. New meanings are created through new proximities. This collection of essays focuses on archives vs exhibitions and the role of curation. The editor asserts that the exhibition might seem a natural extension of the archive into the public sphere. And as Hal Foster says, the museum (archive and exhibition) serves as the site of memory.

In archives and exhibitions we must think about parallels, sympathies, time. What is the difference between the object in the world and the object in the museum. While in the world, the museum is not the world, but rather a simulacrum, a facsimile if you're optimistic. Which really, you shouldn't be.

The digital medium was the best and worst thing to happen to the archive. It radically altered the so-called "regulatory function" of the archive beyond simply collection. In one of the essays, Stefan Nowotny calls for a suspension of the archive in order to "know [it] differently."

Cooke and Harezlak coin a term I'm immensely intrigued by: transfictioning, defined as "hyper-fiction that relates to simulacra." Cooke immediately relates this to circumventing death.

Some later essays focus on the importance of space, the commons, the public, the digital, the memorial, the shapeshifting of these spaces, distance, proximity, all necessary symbols of the archive. The space-time continuum earns a new meaning in the archival space.

BOOKS

For this, I decided to take a look at my collection of various art books, literary collections, what have you. I was looking less to read and more to consume (yum!) the physical structures of these volumes, the craftmanship and how that influences your experience of perusal. How does form dictate content?

Two of these volumes, A Bestiary of the Anthropocene and Hunters Follow Harpy Shadows, use a deep black matte paper as the basis for most pages. It's striking, it feels subterranean, and I'm drawn in. One book, a replica of a Book of Hours, is considerably smaller, pocket size, intimate even. It makes sense for a spiritual text. Two books, the aforementioned one and Devil's Promenade, use gilding. These texts are made to appear materially precious, perhaps antiquated. CyberFeminism Index is a thick text full of hyperlinks and 72 ppi images mimicking the density and ergodic nature of the internet. Genderfail is a work on typography and activism that pays homage to the design of protest posters with every title-- rough, passionate, uncompromising. I love books... their content, their construction; its a beautiful negotiation between material and language.

WORLDBUILDING

I began the exploration and research for worldbuilding by playing (and thinking about) games. A little bit of grand strategy games like Hearts of Iron IV and Europa Universalis IV offered some insights on the more tedious aspects of building nation-states, empires, etc...but then I arrived at Civilization 6. It was comprehensive, a little limiting, but it covered the basics of forming a civilization (whodathunkit). The big questions were asked. What kind of leader do I want to venerate? What land is best suited to our people's interests (or rather, vice versa)? What makes them successful? Diplomacy? Culture? Violence (all governments are negotiations on violence, after all)? Innovation? Religion?

Religion begs the question of who we are, where we came from, a question that all civilizations must answer-- it forms their identity!

And so we take a detour to look into creation myths...

Watched: Son of the White Mare (1981)

A Hungarian animation about three sons of gods that go on to defeat three evil dragons in an epic of whimsy. Strong visual style that connects threads of folklore and modern technological concerns. Strong visuals that dictate the physics, the laws of this animated world, driven by action, emotion, and the suspension of disbelief. Fairytale logic is a beautiful thing. Through this film I was able to think about how we define and make sense of our relationships to nature, animals, food, family, gender, sexuality, technology, the fetish-object, the supernatural, the cosmos.

My main conclusion on the worldbuilding front-- understanding everything is not necessary. The people, the world, you're describing probably don't even know! The not-knowing is the most "realistic" part of your knowledge hierarchy.

Some interests for next week:

Visit a museum. Crazy stuff.

Reading books-- what happens to us?

Worlding building in the world of interaction.

Also creation myths are still tickling me.

[spicebiter]

Watch List- Foreign Language Television and Movies (Latest Update Aug. 4, 2024)

Foreign movies and television I want to watch. Because many if not most of these are not dubbed I have to dedicate more attention to them than those in English. I'm the type of person that usually writes, does a craft, etc while I have a show or movie going so I use this list under less common circumstances than most of the others.

Because of the sheer number of things I want to watch I’m separating my watch list posts into four categories. I keep them separate primarily for organization so I can decide what to watch based different variables (mood, time, language, etc)

I’m pretty much constantly adding things to all of my lists- hence why I’m amending when this was last updated to the title itself- and will update this post anytime I update the wheel I use to randomize my next choice, which usually happens after I’ve added or subtracted a significant number of options.

#Alive

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night

Alice in Borderland

All of Us Are Dead

Arang and the Magistrate

Bajirao Mastani

Battle Royale

Because This is My First Life

Beyond Evil

Black

Bloodride

Blood Red Sky

Blue My Mind

Bong Soon- a Cyborg in Love

Bordertown

Brotherhood of Blades

Brotherhood of the Wolf

Cheer Up!

Cheese in the Trap

City of God

Come and See (1985)

Death Bell

Death Note

Decision to Leave

Demon (2015)

Descendants of the Sun

Devdas

Drinking Solo

Erased

Errementari

Extraordinary Attorney Woo

Flower Boy Next Door

Friends Never Die

Garo Gaiden: The Whistle of the Phantom Peach

Girl From Nowhere

Go Back Couple

Goblin

Grey Rainbow

Grotesque

Guinea Pig: Devil's Experiment

Hatching (2022)

Haxan: Witchcraft Through the Ages

Heartstrings

Hellbound

Hit the Top

Hour of the Wolf

Hwarang

I Saw the Devil

Iljimae

I'm A Cyborg, But That's OK

Immortal Samsara

Impetigore

Incantation (2022)

In the Mood for Love

Inugami

Ju-On

Kaiji

Kanojo wa Uso Wo Aishisugiteru

Kingdom

KinnPorsche: La Forte

Koisenu Futari

Kuroneko

Kwaidan

Lamb (2021)

Legend of the Blue Sea

Leptirica

Liar Game

Local Hero

Love Between Fairy and Devil

M

Make Me Shudder

Marebito

Marianne

Martyrs (2008)

Monkey King Reborn

Mr. Midnight Beware the Monsters

My Name

Neko Zamurai

Nekromantik

Ne Zha

Night Flight

Nobunaga Concerto

Noroi: The Curse

Ojuju

Okja

Oldboy

Once Upon a Time

Onibaba

Onmyoji

Outlaw Brothers

Padmaavat

Phantom Detective

Phenomena

Polite Society (2023)

Possession (1981)

Psychokinesis

Quicksand

RRR

Raw

Reply 1988

Revenge

Righting Wrongs

Rigor Mortis

Ringu

Salo

Scarlet Heart: Ryeo

Scholar Who Walks the Night

She Shoots Straight

Shopping King Louie

Shut Up: Flower Boy Band

Skins

Snow Trail (1947)

Spoor

Sputnik

Squid Game

Strangers From Hell

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Surplus Princess

Suspicious Partner

Sweet Home

Sympathy For Lady Vengeance

Temperature of Love

Tenebrae

Tetsuo: The Iron Man

The Crucible

The Devil Judge

The Farewell

The Feast (2021)

The Half of It

The Host

The Innocents

The Kingdom Of The Winds

The Lure

The Meat Grinder (2009)

The Medium

The Orphanage (2007)

The Platform

The Sadness

The Silent Sea

The Superdeep

The Uncanny Counter

The Untamed

The Werewolf Game

The Wolf

Thirst

Trollhunter

Tumbbad

Twenty Five Twenty One

Ultimate Note

Under the Shadow

Uzumaki

Vampire Girl Vs. Frankenstein Girl

Vampyr

Veronica

Warda

Weightlifting Fairy, Kim Bok-Joo

Yes Madam

You Won't Be Alone (2022)

Yuusha Yoshihiko to Akuryo no Kagi

Yuusha Yoshihiko to Michibikareshi Shichinin

[soldier-requests]

Hi! Could I ask for some song recs for a carnivore monsterkin? I have cryptid vibes in a more creepy way, hunting people and other animals (I was the stalker/ambush type of hunter, but wild chases and other styles are great with me too, so please don't feel constrained by the type)

I'd love it if there were some themes of hunting, horror-esque stuff, consuming, can be any genre, can be both on the calm side and on the wilder one!

Songs I like with this or similiar vibe would be, for example:

Beast and Teeth by 8 graves, outer science, the wolf by siames, voracity, bad blood by creature feature

Thank you if you do it, don't feel forced if you don't vibe with the themes though! <3

Hello!! I think I leaned towards more horror and consuming/cannibal-esque stuff, so hopefully you'll find some things you like! :D.

this one is a bit longer, so i put them under a cut 👍.

songs go like "song" + "artist"

"Smells Blood" + "Kensuke Ushio"

"Behind The Scene" + "Kensuke Ushio"

"Final Girl" + "Graveyardguy" and "Slayyyter"

"DEATHWISH" + "poutyface"

"You Can't Hide" + "Ck9c" and "Elizabeth Ann"

"Murders" + "Miracle Musical"

"It's Playtime" + "MOB Games"

"MEAT GRINDER" + "japanesecoffee" and "Jerma985"

"Tear You Apart" + "She Wants Revenge"

"Vampires" + "Night Club"

"Schizophrenic" + "Night Club"

"Stranger" + "Spence Bare"

"The Masochism Tango" + "Tom Lehrer"

"Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" (Stereo Mix) + "Tom Lehrer"

"The Hunting Song" + "Tom Lehrer"

"Run, Rabbit Run!" + "Flanagan & Allen"

"Hide and Seek" + "Lizz Robinett"

"Hell and You" + "Amigo the Devil"

"IN MY MOUTH" + "Black Dresses"

"Animal Impulses" + "IAMX"

"Bloom" + "j^p^n"

"Magnum Force Theme" + "Lalo Schifrin"

"We're All Mad" + "The Circus Contraption Band"

"Let's Kill Tonight" + "Panic! At The Disco"

"Murder! Murder!" + "American Murder Song"

"Something Wicked (That Way Went)" + "Vernian Process"

"The Greatest Show Unearthed" + "Creature Feature"

"Sinister Exaggerator" + "The Residents"

"Insidious" + "joseph bishara"

"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" (Theme) + "Scary Music Masters"

"Dreams" + "NERO" and "ZHU"

"Overlay of Evil" (Main Title) + "Harry Manfredini"

"We are Gods! We are Wolves!" + "Le Loup"

"Hunger Of The Beast" + "Cattera"

"I Am an Animal Cannibal" + "Mysteron"

"Entangled Life" + "Merlin Sheldrake" and "Cosmo Sheldrake"

"Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums" + "A Perfect Circle"

"She Wants Me Dead" + "CAZZETTE" and "AronChupa" and "The High"

"White Flag" + "Delta Heavy"

"My Demons" + "STARSET"

"Snap Out of It" + "Arctic Monkeys"

"Andromeda" + "Gorillaz" and "DRAM"

"Reflektor" + "Arcade Fire"

"No One Knows" + "Queens of the Stone Age"

"The Red" + "Chevelle"

"I Love You... I'll Kill You" + "Enigma"

"Every Breath You Take" + "The Police"

"Psycho Killer" (2005 Remaster) + "Talking Heads"

"Psycho Killer" + "The Wrecks"

"Artificial Flowers" + "Fangbanger"

"Eat Them" + "Lady Pills"

"Carnivore" + "OrgansDotOrg"

"Trypophobia" + "Sunrhythm"

"I Fink U Freeky" + "Die Antwoord"

"The Sound Of Your Fear" + "Midi Blossom"

"Cannibal Girlfriend" + "Baby Bugs"

"Run Run!" + "Jorge Aguilar II"

"Animal Skin" + "Bryan Dunn"

"The Axeman's Jazz" + "Reddie & Abel"

"In the House - In a Heartbeat - 28 Days Later" + "Extize"

"Circus" + "Lindsay Mendez" and "Drew Gasparini"

"Bottom of the River" + "Delta Rae"

"Cannibal Summer" + "Delilah Bon"

"People Eater" + "Sodikken"

"Cinnamon Bone" + "Eliza Rickman"

"Sociopath" + "StayLoose" and "Bryce Fox"

"flesh" + "babychaos"

"Human" + "Anavae"

"Pass The Knife" + "No/Me"

"Animal" + "Badflower"

"One Eye Open" + "Lola Blanc"

"Content" + "Gum Disease"

"Death" + "Æther Realm"

"Bloody! Bloody!" + "Junie & TheHutFriends"

"The Silent" + "The Tragic Tantrum"

"FALLEN ANGEL - second encounter" + "AZALI"

"Sympathy" + "LuLuYam"

"Are You Happy? (Questions)" + "Jhariah"

"Waiting For The Night" + "Ghost"

"Diet Soda" + "Starbenders"

"Blood" + "Starbenders"

"Animal" + "The Living Tombstone"

"Zombie" + "Siiickbrain"

"It Almost Worked" + "TV Girl"

"Floating" + "Glare"

"Burden" + "Midrift"

"Stockholm Syndrome" + "Muse"

"Jesus Dont Like That I'm Gay but Satans Cool With It" + "Lil Boodang"

"No Looking" + "Bloodbath64"

dividers from @/grungenglam and @/horangipilled

[therecordchanger62279]

THE HALLOWEEN MASTER PLAYLIST

Halloween is my favorite holiday, and listening to some spooky music and watching horror films is mandatory if you’re really going to get into the spirit of the thing. (I eat candy, and dress like a hobo year-round, so that part of it was a given.) So I thought I’d post a master playlist of seasonal music a few weeks early in case any of you wanted to put something together for your own enjoyment, or maybe a Halloween party you might be planning.

Thinking outside the box (or coffin, if you prefer) I managed to do it without using Monster Mash or The Purple People Eater. But, there are roughly a hundred titles here, and I promise you if you turn down the lights, and close your eyes when you begin listening to it, you’ll have turned every light in the house back on, and double-locked every door.

Happy haunting.

Halloween Theme (Main Title) – John Carpenter

Alison Gross – Steeleye Span

Black Magic Woman – Santana

Black Sabbath – Black Sabbath

Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) – Concrete Blonde

Black Night – Deep Purple

Dancing With Mr. D. – Rolling Stones

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult

The Ghost – Fleetwood Mac

Jekyll and Hyde – Renaissance

Knife Edge – Emerson, Lake & Palmer

L’America – The Doors

Rainbow Demon – Uriah Heep

Runnin’ With The Devil – Van Halen

Witchy Woman – The Eagles

Welcome To My Nightmare – Alice Cooper

Witch’s Promise – Jethro Tull

Tubular Bells (Opening Theme) – Mike Oldfield

Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

Burn – Deep Purple

The Creature From The Black Lagoon – Dave Edmunds

Frankenstein – Edgar Winter Group

Ghost Town – The Specials

Headless Cross – Black Sabbath

Hungry Wolf – X

Marquee Moon – Television

Moon Over Bourbon Street – Sting

Rhiannon – Fleetwood Mac

Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) – David Bowie

The Super-Natural – John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers

Voodoo Child (Slight Return) – Jimi Hendrix Experience

Werewolves of London – Warren Zevon

The Wizard – Black Sabbath

The Witch Queen of New Orleans – Redbone

Dark Shadows Theme/Collinwood - Robert Cobert Orchestra

The Shadow Knows – Link Wray & His Wraymen

Billy The Monster – The Deviants

I Want Candy – The Strangeloves

Spooky – Classics IV

Crimson Witch – The Moving Sidewalks

Psychotic Reaction – Count Five

She Lives (In A Time of Her Own) – 13th Floor Elevators

Fire Poem – The Crazy World of Arthur Brown

Fire – The Crazy World of Arthur Brown

The Witch – The Sonics

Tombstone Shadow – Creedence Clearwater Revival

Sympathy For The Devil – Rolling Stones

Children of the Grave - Black Sabbath

Jack The Ripper / The Black Widow - Link Wray

Mr. Crowley / Bark At The Moon - Ozzy Osbourne

Riders On The Storm - The Doors

Lock Up The Wolves - Dio

Distant Ghost - Del Shannon

Might Just Take Your Life - Deep Purple

There's No Way Out of Here / Murder - David Gilmour

I'd Swear There Was Somebody Here - David Crosby

We Are The Dead - David Bowie

I Scare Myself - Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks

Run Through The Jungle - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Prelude-Nightmare - The Crazy World of Arthur Brown

Don't Put No Headstone On My Grave - Charlie Rich

I'm Your Witchdoctor - Chants R&B

Sway - Carla Olson & Mick Taylor

Evil - Cactus

The Jezebel Spirit - Brian Eno & David Byrne

Black Night - Bob Seger

Man In The Long Black Coat / The Wicked Messenger - Bob Dylan

I Love The Night / Hot Rails To Hell - Blue Oyster Cult

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath / Electric Funeral / Lady Evil / The Devil Cried / Devil and Daughter / Evil Eye - Black Sabbath

Black Cat Moan - Beck, Bogert & Appice

Red Temple Prayer (Two Headed Dog) - The Barracudas

Devil In My Car - The B 52's

Devil's Answer - Atomic Rooster

Sign of the Gypsy Queen - April Wine

The Four Horsemen - Aphrodite's Child

Black Hearted Woman - Allman Brothers Band

I Put A Spell On You / Little Demon - Screamin' Jay Hawkins

Evil Ways - Santana

Evil Hearted You - The Yardbirds

Evil Woman - Doobie Brothers

Evil Woman - Spooky Tooth

Evil - Edgar Broughton Band

Black Cadillac - Joyce Green

Black Angel's Death Song - Velvet Underground

Angel of Death / Raining Blood / Silent Scream / Spill The Blood / Hell Awaits / Death's Head - Slayer