*screams and panics*

Dark Solas Theme (extended)
Trevor Morris
Dark Solas Theme (extended)

To me, the really intimidating part of Solas’ theme song is that the game introduces it so slowly - first you only hear these thrumming, oppressive war drums (and you didn’t know why - why are there drums? Why??). When you fight the Saarebas, strings come in to lead the drums. 

Only when you start fighting the last boss of the game, do you finally hear Solas’ real, complete theme song. Something like a metaphor for hunting down the pieces to the mystery behind the character himself.

I put the three versions of the song together to make a version where one builds up into the next, the way it does in the game. 6-minute panic attack.

Contrary to popular belief and hope, people don’t usually come running when they hear a scream. That’s not how humans work. Humans look at other humans and say, ‘Did you hear a scream?’ because the first scream might have been you screaming inside your head, or a horse backfiring.
—  Terry Pratchett - Unseen Academicals 
The Signs in a Haunted House
  • ARIES: acts fearless, is actually the first one to pee their pants
  • TAURUS: sacrifices themselves dramatically
  • GEMINI: just escapes alone
  • CANCER: runs around trying to save their lover
  • LEO: panics & screams all the time
  • VIRGO: the only one to survive
  • LIBRA: dies first
  • SCORPIO: “We are all going to die, what’s the point anyway…”
  • SAGITTARIUS: “We should split up.”
  • CAPRICORN: the wise one, trying to find a way out for everyone
  • AQUARIUS: has sex in one of the rooms
  • PISCES: the weakest one but almost makes it till the end
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paint you wings // don’t panic // all time low

anonymous asked:

prompt; marichat but chat knocks on her parents skylight by accident and then has to explain himself to mrs and mr dupaincheng

Thank you for the prompt anon! Unfortunately, we have a little problem here. Sabine and Tom’s bedroom doesn’t have a skylight, only Marinette’s does. But that doesn’t mean I can’t work around it hehe. Here we go! It is kind of short tho.


Chat Noir adored visiting Marinette. He loved that he got time to spend with her, playing video games, having pillow fights and more or less sleepovers together. And the food was certainly a bonus. So here was Chat Noir, coming with a bag of two big ice cream boxes and ready to marathon. It was Friday and Marinette mentioned she wants to see that new TV series Versailles because of the costumes. Adrien wants to watch it to make fun of the ugly mustaches. Opening the skylight, he jumps in before somersaulting off the bed and landing in the middle of Marinette’s room.

“Oh, bonsoir my princess! Are you ready for this fine evening of…. of… er… “ Chat stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed they weren’t alone in the room. Marinette’s parents were sitting on the chaise lounge while Marinette herself was sitting in her computer chair, looking rather mortified. Her face screamed panic, while her eyes screamed murder. Absently, Chat wondered if there was a recipe for fried cat in wine sauce. If not, Marinette was one step away from creating it. He gulped. Turning to her parents, who were still surprised, Adrien straightened his back.

“Monsieur and Madame Dupain-Cheng. Bonsoir!” Chat waved awkwardly. “I swear there is a good reason I’m sneaking off in your daughter’s bedroom at a late hour in the night without your knowledge.” Marinette turned to him with a look that screamed ‘SHUT UP’

The two adults exchanged a look, having more or less a mental conversation. Then they smiled at Chat. “You should come to dinner one of these days.” Sabine declared while she and Tom got up from their place. “I’m sure you can explain the… reasoning then.”

“Enjoy the whatever you are up to. We will send you some sweets.” Tom added as they opened the hatch door to climb down.

Marinette and Chat looked flabbergasted as the two adults disappeared from sight. They turned to each other when the door opened again and Sabine appeared. “Don’t forget you have a box of condoms in your closet, dear.”

“Maman!” Marinette exclaimed in pure horror, but she was already gone.

“Well, that went well.” Chat declared after a few moments of silence.

Marinette turned to him with a look that screamed murder. Chat gulped then pulled out one of the boxes. “I bought you truffle ice cream.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes, before grabbing the box out of his hands. “You are safe. For now.”