song of the day: Typical Story

Keep forgetting to upload my edits here- but another one :)

Typical Story // Hobo Johnson

It's the Typical Story

A DreamSMP Band AU inspired by/loosely based on the first verse of Typical Story by Hobo Johnson. Two bands go head to head, but things are far more complicated than what the fans see on the surface.

(the lyrics for reference)

How far must Dream have fallen to be jealous of a child? Tommy has only just moved out of his father’s house and he’s the ”savior” of their band, Dream shouldn’t have any ill will. But Dream is the multi talented one, the songwriter and he was the person leading when they got big, so why does everyone love Tommy so much?!

When Karl, Sapnap and Quackity were all in the band together, everything was perfect. Then, Quackity had to quit and the three of them started growing apart. Sapnap and Karl are trying to keep them all together, but without Quackity around they're realizing they might be more than just friends.

Quackity's best friends (and crushes) have become distant. He doesn't want to be bitter, it just hurts, all the inside jokes he's not apart of anymore. It seems like at this point they're not even trying to include him. Simply letting it happen is dangerous, but would calling them out on it fix things or make everything worse?

Phil's son just moved out of the house and he doesn't know what to do. He knows he can't follow Tommy everywhere, but he doesn't have his wife anymore either and is so afraid of being alone. He'd picked up some music from Tommy, Tubbo amd Ranboo's band practice (before they broke up), so when an old friend approaches him, he decides why not join his group? He didn't expect to become rivals with his own son.

After Tommy's falling out with his best friends, he thought he'd never be able to make a record, until Dream’s band is desperate for a fourth member and able to move their lead to bass so he can sing. They've already got a fan base so Tommy is getting scouted, getting fans, news friends and a new start. Suddenly, it feels like there are angry eyes on his back and a new band has popped up, threatening to take his record deal; is everything going to fall apart again?

“never again”

she promised again

"Typical story where the bassist kills the singer

And the guitarist and the drummer

Find they're in love withe each other

It's the story of the kid

Who won't know what to say

When the love of his life starts to calmly walk away"

-Typical Story by Hobo Johnson from The Fall of Hobo Johnson

It's a typical story, where the bassist kills the singer The guitarist and the drummer Find they're in love with each other It's the story of the kid who clearly Won't know what to say When the love of his life starts to calmly walk away And it's the story of the dad who decides to chase his dream He quits his job, he falls apart He loses everything And it's the story of the kid Who just wants to make a record Loves and crafts it but nobody ever, ever cares about it Hey hey, what's your name? Talking to the guys you hate We should sit in silence While we think of what to say Hey hey, I don't think this is working out Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house? Hey hey, I don't think I know much But I know I couldn't take a good punch So if you feel like I've been talking enough Just tell me to shut up and I will probably shut the fuck up I'm afraid of everything Staying the same or worsening So what's the point of finding calm When calm to me is unsettling? Settle down, little kid Your bones are shaking in your skin Go and try to take a breath Nothing more, nothing less It's a typical story of the king who had it all Except for citizens who didn't want his head upon a wall It's a typical story of the wife who couldn't quit Being in love with such a giant piece of shit It's the story of the queen who could never ever think Of any redeeming qualities a man could ever bring It's the story of the dog who wanted to run away 'Till he learned that his life is way safer inside a cage I don't really need much, just a place to be alone You don't really see much I think that I'm invisible, my mirror shows another guy A guy who doesn't do shit, he just sits in his miserable Everybody's gotta Live a life That they didn't ask for Why Would he put me here Just to die? Just to, just to die

Typical Story by Hobo Johnson, 2019

Jack and Maddie Fenton are trying to capture Danny, their son, to vivisect him. Just one problem; they're possessed, and no one believes Danny when he says that.

He knows his parents. They love him, and they would never do this.

Also, his breath gets frosty when they're near, and their eyes are glowing when he managed to rip off the goggles on his dad.

Danny, unfortunately, has his hands tied. Literally. They slapped some sort of ghost containment shackles on his wrists. All he can do is run, dodge, and try to get his parents to fight off whoever is possessing them.

The biggest problem is this; his begging got the attention of Superman. Like, the actual Man of Steel himself. And Superman doesn't believe him when he says his parents are possessed; he just looks all pitying and shit.

"Orcs have been hunted down by adventurers for centuries, having their body parts get used in the markets and were all essentially chased out of their homes, but also they are naturally prone to violence and have brutal natures so look out for that in Dungeons"

Like yeah-

Instruction on Courtship

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I finally did a back-up, and I can confirm that I have posted 371,571 words of story snippets onto tumblr. :O

(Not including any throwback thursdays, or the pre-2017 prompts.)

Anyone got a favourite? Or is it all just a blur? 😂

okay so i was thinking of a joke earlier about how in DPDC Amity Park's slogan "a great place to live" is not only city propaganda but also the city lording it over the rest of America for being normal. But then I remembered that, despite how many DCU Cities with heroes in it there are, the amount of cities in America without heroes still far outnumber the amount of cities in America WITH heroes.

So I did a little digging so the joke would still land. Something most heroes have in common is that they operate in major cities. What makes a major city? I found that the general consensus is that the population is roughly over or around a million. THEN I looked up the populations of cities in the DCU that I thought of off the top of my head. So Gotham, Metropolis, Starling City, Central City, Jump City. All of them ranked up to millions in population (most of them were in the tens of millions).

Amity Park's wikipedia describes it as being similar to specifically Philadelphia, Chicago, and San Francisco.

Philadelphia's Population: 1.576 million as of 2021 Chicago's Population: 2.697 million as of 2021 San Francisco: 815,201 as of 2021

Whiiich means that Amity Park if we take that from canon, is probably a major city. There are approximately 19,000 cities in America with probably less than a hundred that are major cities. Adding the DCU major cities wouldn't skew the data too much.

Which MEANS that I can make the joke that Amity Park's "great place to live" is not only just typical city propaganda, but also its Amity Park lording it over the other major cities for being one of the only major cities that doesn't have problems bad enough to warrant a superhero or a vigilante. Cue stage left the Fentons and Phantom :)

Amity Parkers were probably SO proud that they didn't need a superhero. They didn't have to worry about things like 'world ending threats' and 'super-powered individuals' and 'staggering property damage'. And then enter Fentons.

It also could be used as an excuse for why nobody took notice to Amity Park getting ghosts if folks like me aren't huge fans of the notion of a media blackout via Tucker, Technus, or the US Government. Or if you want to keep Amity Park as its urban city self. Amity Park's news on ghosts gets drowned out in a week because there's news on more popular, well-known cities going on every other day. The shit going on in Amity Park is every other major city's regular Tuesday and it gets filtered as such.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GET HIS ASS

They got hypnotized by that maid vampire (I'm sure there's at least one out there in Kyuushi land)

AU where there is some sort of zombie-like (maybe something like a rabid vampirism?)

Where one of the boys is bit/infected and desperately wants the other to join them, while also wanting to resist?

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touch

‘you know i’m like this all the way down, don’t you? it isn’t - it isn’t an act, i do laugh it off sometimes dear, it can be terribly funny but. i am like this. forever. and it’s—could you—do you think you might be able to withstand that for a long time? i should like to be with you for a long time but it would depend on - on when you get exhausted, you see, because i must live with this or - ha - not live with, i suppose, but survive, contend, with this for however long i shall live but you, well.’ laudna’s twists her face into graceful acceptance. soft, understanding, hardly sad at all. it’s very easy to do, once you have the trick of it. ‘you needn’t. deal with this. the bark and the hair and the nails. the popping joints. the ichor, the aches, the smell, the stares, the rot.’ the word drops between them, gross, embarrassing, like she’d spat by accident. her teeth are hatesharp in her mouth. ‘the teeth,’ she adds.

imogen looks up from the book she studies with such careful, wonderful intent. so smart. she quirks a brow, amused. ‘i know what you are, laud. you forget we’ve been travellin’ together awhile now?’

‘no, no.’ her stomach twists, her hands twist, knot, roots. so is she, rooted in place. ‘i know, dear, i only mean to remind you—should you need a moment to yourself, or, or should something in particular sicken you—‘

‘laudna.’

she sinks low. imogen isn’t listening. of course not. she is kind. she lo-hmm. yes, well, laudna can surmise imogen likely loves her. which is, well, lovely! but they haven’t been in love for very long and laudna has never done it before, romance, love, but she knows herself. how she clings to things. she knows herself. love to her is like…tar. sticky and black, bubbling and pouring up and up around their ankles their calves their knees her beautiful knees. if imogen doesn’t know that now then gods help her, what if she drowns her—them—in it? and she would, imogen would stay with her she would be pleased by it, even, because she loves her, but there is something wrong with it. impossible to know if it has always been this or if it’s all the death and the accessories she’s obtained through it—lady d, trauma, blah blah blah—but she thinks she has a capacity for love like a pyre, grease-fire and rising choking smoke; like a hungry dog, snapbite shut around the hand outstretched. and she knows what she wants for imogen, the kind of love she deserves, and how far it is from what she has to offer.

‘what are you afraid of, honey?’

laudna nibbles at her bottom lip. she takes up the bone she has been carving and turns it between her fingers, not wanting to see the moment imogen sees her, maskless, exposed.

‘i want to hold you until we both die,’ laudna says, sad and sweet. ‘i want to lay down in a grave with you side by side and i shall never move again and every worm that comes to eat us up will be little versions of us, because they’ve fed on us, and they will be in love and they’ll feed all the farms and chickens and we’ll be a thousand souls in love. i want to open up your scars and see what is under your skin, what your magic does under there. i want,’ she says, and folds her elbows close to her rotten chest, folds herself small, words small, so not a page stirs, not another soul could be stirred by what she admits. ‘i want to taste it. i want to grow into a tree and grow around you like armour like a second skin so you are always safe and maybe grow taproots, grow into you. through you. i want you as part of me forever. i want to touch you, i want to always be touching you, i want you to never be able to move without feeling me beside you, i want you to crack me open and see how vile it is inside of me and plunge in neck deep and when you struggle to get out, i want to hold on.’ she pauses. ‘i want to dislocate my jaw.’

imogen sits very still. her eyes very dark. she lets out a slow breath, pink tongue flicking out to wet her lips. ‘what-‘ she clears her throat. ‘what does that last one have to do with me?’

‘it doesn’t really. but. i’ll always be quite horrible to be around and i want you to be with me anyway.’