Spoilers For In Stars And Time Ending!!!!

When Deach here says "is Shamura the reason" they don't mean Shamura directly did it, rather that Shamura betted on Narinder doing it, and didn't tell the others they basically wanted them to be hurt

SPOILERS!!!!

IS SHAMURA THE REASON FOR ALL THE SIBLINGS WOUNDS, RATHER THEN NARINDER?????

Pride Month is almost over so here’s my Cult of the Lamb pride headcanons. (FINDING GOOD SPRITES WAS A PAIN-)

Hey OneShot fandom just me with music rambles.

“In Memory” and “The Author” are the same song, actually. The Author is played on acoustic guitar and In Memory is played on piano.

In fact, all the songs that are related to The Author and his children are all played with a guitar.

The Author, Rue, Aviator, and Vestige all have a guitar as their main instruments.

Just something I found interesting.

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Another thing I noticed talking about Eleventh Hour: It’s a mix of the guitar and the piano. The Guitar is associated with the Author and his children, while the Piano is associated with The World Machine. It almost feels like a conflict between The World Machine’s destructive breakdown and The Author and his children’s plan.

Thinking about Eleventh Hour from OneShot and how it makes me FFFFFFFFFFEel.

It’s a downtrodden song, sure, but it has just the amount of comforting ambiance to push you forward. It sounds dire, and the name of the song implies that the end is nigh, but *something* is keeping you going when even the world itself has stopped being able to function. Most instruments have an echoing to them, like the piano and the synth(?) at the beginning, exhibiting a feeling of loneliness, but there’s parts where the guitar shines through, creating a feeling of comfort, like someone in the midst of a storm, assuring you that it will all be okay.

I saw a billboard for Cajun crab cakes on the highway and thought it said Chujin cakes and did a full double take I'm so fucking cooked

I looked kinda like this