Fandom: Fate//Zero

Pose a question to a splinted mirror, what is honor?
Roses on war’s coffers, blinding irony of justice not lost on her
On the other hand, I can raise a nation with my fellow man
Martydom’s scam ain’t the plan, not fallin’ for glory’s grim temptation
I want to save every life I can, without discrimination
Superheroes never seem to have the foresight to remove sights
Erectin’ vicious cycles, baitin’ me to it’s bloody current, and I’ll bite


I need to get stronger, honor the promise to her by that ol’ river
Cut, clipped, ran on repeat in a mind timed by my heartbeat’s valor
Angered by failure, not gonna turn tail, can’t turn tail, I ain’t hear no bell
Never abandon my ideals, curdling cry I’d feel, be still my beating heart you must steel


To rectify atrocities that pile the bodies on my lonely shoulders (so small)
Kill to stand righteous above the misplaced sins of my holy father (so small)
Every bump on the grip, every click of the hammer’s backward trip, with smoky scent of gunpowder
Every inch of the blade, spilled innocence stained on my face, but my aim can’t falter
Please tell me I did some good, ‘cause this failure doesn’t feel like honor


Hail to the warrior’s honor's benefactor, the good ol’ mighty dollar
Erase my face from the memory of the world when my use is up, I’m used to it, I do it enough
Razed a nation of my fellow man, maternal mentor ain’t safe from the safeguard plan
Over a means to an end that seems to defend dissonance that screams to pretend
Every life in front of me can be saved until they’re deserving of the business end
Sins keep stackin’ the jenga tower of my moral compass, I’ll take ‘em all on for this psuedo-righteous crisis


Artoria, naivete is hearing ya, with hypocrisy smeared and dripping all over ya
Recognition of the emancipation of completing fate’s equation should be met with jubilation, right?
Entertain the ideals of children, romanticize the silent answers from a war that wasn’t even my fight


Nail me to the cost, I birthed Eve as an empath to clear the path of salvation by my righteous wrath
All this sounding contradictory right? That’s how you sound pondering contracted victory’s plight
Ideals at a head, deals to get ahead, feels like you got me read, but my resolve is steeled so hard, my heart is dead (STOP)
Von Einsbern stuck her neck out and I loved her, look at these palms, look where that got her


Every action in reactive fashion plays into the chessboard I piecemealed with souls hanging from a buttstock’s mariannette 
Kids, women, men caught in my net form the mare free from the notion that I was sworn to protect
I don’t know how to save anyone, I can’t save anyone, soul and mind can never connect
Death directs the tragedy of honor’s scam, and front row, center, and alone, here I am


In the full moon's rise filling my sullen eyes
Life's just a crazy bag of marbles, I've come to realize 
Some marbles are rare, some are fun, some kidnap kiddy marbles for gifts
Some marbles cracked, some I shattered, some marbles reaped a death less swift
Or a marble is handicapped, strapped down with their family marbles kidnapped for bait
And you kill those marbles as a stop-gap as they watch their marble suffocate at the stake
Marble morality ain't binary, but the memory of these marbles just hurt me
All I wanted was to save every marble in front of me


HOOK
Every sacrifice in the name of holy honor
Martyrs dance the tune of the rich man's slaughter
Idle hands dole grand destruction
As witness to your wars' seduction

VPC 7 Round 1

Optimistic Nihilists [Jay Ogier, Voltaire Slapadelic] - Marbles

Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Jet Black

They know me well 
My rep precedes me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

It’s show and tell
When they see me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

You’re in my space
Aye
This is my race
Aye
You will always be behind me


Don’t talk to me like I’m mad
No no
Don’t talk to me like I’m mad
Don’t do it

That’s a throwback for ya
Forget what I can do and it could go bad for ya
Been in the trenches building a rep
You know why they call me black dog
Not because I’m savage with the ladies. 
I won’t cap nah
But if you got baggage that you hate and
Need it tracked down
I got the squad to do it. It’s gravy
Put the cash down
Aye

Y’all hypin lil bro cuz he reckless
Okay
But we both borderline obsessive
Yeah
Look at me, I’m constantly progressing
He’s stuck in his past
And it’s sad


That’s why I’m the leader
I stay in my bag
I'm not the one. You gotta pay for the task
I’m Emeril Lagasse
If you in my posse
If you think I use too much flavor just ask

I stay on my Ragu I’m saucing
They know that it’s costly
To blip on my radar I’m fast
To turn a bounty into a pile of cash
Can’t trust many people
Cuz friendship is evil 
like Udai. Betrayal, it seems like a Fad
Being naive costs and arm and leg
If you’re lucky you might add some shine from the trash
You’ll catch the blues trying to hide when we track
And it goes like


They know me well 
My rep precedes me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

It’s show and tell
When they see me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

You’re in my space
aye
This is my race
aye
You will always be behind me



If you’re on my bad side I’m a shark
Always been paper first even for pleasure
Want full pockets like I hit Spiders from Mars
Sometimes your circle is brilliant
But take too many risks hold order in high disregard

Constantly feel like I’m babysitting
Look I’m mean with the steel but I’ll slay the kitchen
Trip and I don’t need to act cause Faye can get you
Easy to feel secure when the lady’s Vicious
And that pun was intended
Respected so I just have fun with the system

Plus when I’m spittin
I glide on the track like it’s Astro (Astral)
Not talking bout Gate hackers. I’m past those
Grind hard. Look I hate slackers. I bag folks
Turn em in. Take the cake. After I dash though
Have fun. Raise the stakes. Gotta Make it stack mo’

Might try to gamble with the Woolongs
You can’t even handle what my GroupOn
Not talking discounts either. Full price up front or you gone
You want beef I’ll give you bell peppers to chew on

Keep it moving if you say my star could fall
I know losing people might be too hard for y’all
But I’ve been ditched I’ve been broken I’ve been scarred and all
Should have abandonment issues the way they’ve all run off

But I grieve when I grind
My heart’s gonna bleed every time
Til I find my peace still inside
That’s after I reach deep in my mind
My heart’ll catch the blues but I still remain a beast can't deny


They know me well 
My rep precedes me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

It’s show and tell
When they see me
I’m the best at what I do
Get a clue
Yeah yeah

You’re in my space
aye
Shipping my place
aye
You will always be behind me

Deshko [Kadesh Flow, Ryako] - Show'NTell

Fandom: Fallout 4
Character: Nick Valentine

Valentine Detective Agency

[VERSE 1]
Diamond City, you'll find him sitting, Shining pretty, 
When crimes are fishy, he's diving in, and he's finding history,
Kinda shifty, your hidings shitty, I'll find it quickly,
I'm tired of quizzing, I fire em quickly, your fried and crispy
Harriet Tubman, I'm helping out with the railroad,
Carrying something, my trunk will fill up like J Lo
Anger the gunman, you making nothing but stale dough
Manage to touch em, I thump him, you go to jail bro,
The Institute, are just picking people to flicker through,
They quick remove, and replace them basically switcheroo
They taking ages, they send in agents I pray for you,
They breaking rules, this is blatant flagrant, I make em lose,
Rock bottom hurts its too drastic sober I'm henny slurping
Blue cotton shirts, cute fabrics woven, you jelly? Perfect
Too hot my circuits, are overloading with deadly serpents
You got some work then just pass it over to Ellie Perkins,


[VERSE 2]
Be your companion from the dead zone to far harbour
Cyborg a stallion you dread chrome I'm far harder
All hope abandoned when heads blown I'm part martyr
Too raw and handsome I'm well known, Travis Barker
I'm hacking terminals, ladies come get your private dick
I'm acting merciful, you maybe you shouldn't try it kid
I'm blasting murder you, no shading where the iris is
This man is versatil, get paid in cheques for finding shit,
My chest synthetic, I'll blow your head and I wont regret it,
You'll need a medic, get slowly deaded it's so pathetic
I'm more humane than this whole plane I'm empathetic
I'm super brave and I'm getting paid handfulls of credits
I'm at peace with, the vault loads of vagrants
Try be decent, we all glow the same kid,
Never bleeding, this cyborg is painless,
Its not a secret, because you all know my name is,

CyberFunk2077 [Banditt, SynthLad] - Valentine Detective Agency

Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: The Sorting Hat

This one goes out to my man Robert Galbraith. 
Sorting gang. We're the worst. 

[chorus] x2
If I can sort you in then I can sort you out. 
You couldn't thwart all the things that I've brought about. 
How did Lord Voldemort find supportive crowds? 
See, you're taught to be naughty in the naughty house. 

[verse 1]
I set the wheels in motion. I sense your real emotions 
and send you reeling into the field I've chosen. 
Perchance evil potions, deeds of deep revulsion. 
I'll achieve my goals as long as I meet the quotient. 
I'm not even coaching, just picking the teams 
and filling Slytherin with all of the shittiest tweens. 
These kids will be in smithereens and no one intervenes. 
My little scheme tickles me till I split at the seams. 
And Dumbledore... 
Did you think that dumdum just stumbled through the door? 
Or got that gig on merits? Like being careless 
and looking away when children perish 
in perilous scenarios? Or get very close to some scary ghost 
with varicose veins and hairy toes, wearing burial clothes? 
I put him in with confidence 
that I would find the odd use for his obtuse incompetence. 

[chorus] x2

[verse 2]
Who divides and conquers spies and plonkers? 
'Tis I, the bonnet. "And why? It's wrong?" 'Cause I'm just bonkers. 
My best sponsors are mindless wanderers, 
floundering onwards unaware of what unkindness conjures. 
Blind, unconscious, while I write destinies 
and set trajectories. Yes I'm a hat, but I pick the accessories. 
Expressed unease, rest in peace. No one suspects a headpiece, 
but I've got the future all laid out in excel spreadsheets. 
Deadbeats and death eaters make up my faculty 
I pick the children like fruit off an apple tree. 
The alchemy of apathy as I essentialize, 
categorize and emphasize the differential lines. 
Never empathize. Just spread empty lies like how Mars and Venus, 
and vulvas, ovaries, balls and penis 
share an important link, and other sordid things. 
It's a boring kink, I know, but I sort of think...

[chorus]

[outro variant]
If I can sort you in then I can sort you out. 
You couldn't thwart all the things that I've brought about. 
How did Joanne Rowling find supportive crowds? 
See, you're taught to be naughty...

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Sort You Out

Know Shoes, Know Served (NoShoes Diss)

Manisch

Earth Move - Daire x Nedy

HARD TRAP - CREATIVE COMMONS - FREE TO USE

Redline Mentality - Hard Trap Music - Creative Commons - Free To Use

Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/289734
Summary:  “I’ve decided that you’re right.” Sherlock is leaning against the wall dividing kitchen from lounge, feet bare, dressing gown sliding down over one t-shirt clad shoulder. He is the very picture of louche, casual indifference.

John only glances up from his laptop once, and then works very hard to keep his eyes trained on the screen. “Oh yeah? Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
Rating: Teen and Up

Home is Not a Place

BBC RADIO 1 - 1984 - (ALTERNATES) JINGLE MONTAGE - JAM CREATIVE PRODUCTIONS.

BBC RADIO 1 - 1984 - (ALTERNATES) JINGLE MONTAGE - JAM CREATIVE PRODUCTIONS

Rating: Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/149206
Summary:  "There, that's it, perfect, shut your eyes and don't move - and don't speak."
Music: Eerie Calm by Paul Mottram

CyberFunk2077 [Banditt, SynthLad] - Valentine Detective Agency

NerdcoreVPC