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1. How and when did you first get into making music?

I first started getting into the whole cloud rap scene around the end of 2014, (my freshman year). I used to have this friend and we'd go skate and one day he played a few "bones" tracks and I was instantly hooked, I loved the different flow, the weirdness they threw in cloud rap, like yung lean did, I never really wanted to do music until I heard this genre, I produced a few beats, recorded a few songs (still till this day nobody has heard) but never took it serious until stumbling upon Oliver Francis, I have to say he is my hugest inspiration, after hearing his track wwaavvyy (which was at 5k at the time) I was motivated, I always loved music my entire life and decided to start releasing my own music, I started off with no effects over free beats and then bought a few and leaned over to my autotunish style I have now, which has people hooked.

2. Where did you grow up and how would you describe your upbringing?

To be completely real, I came from absolutely nothing, I'm not some bogus rapper who throws that out there to get clout, im serious, growing up was hell for me unfortunately , my parents split at a young age and I was moving from house to house, we never had any nice things, i ended up moving in with my grandma when I was 10, when I lived there I had to work for my things like my clothes since we didn't have much money, I bought my first mic in 2016 which was a blue $10 mic using my school MacBook with garbageband to produce my music and mix it, (before my autotune style) eventually I got FL studio and started messing around with that and bought a feature from HKfiftyone for the track "worries" which was a huge take off for me.

3. Where do you see yourself in 10 years and why?

Honestly, I didn't really care to go far in music it was a hobby for me, something I loved doing , the feeling of yourself creating your own sound like every second of it and it sound so good to yourself is truly a great feeling, it makes you feel truly good about yourself that you made something so good, plus I love music. Music is truly my passion.

4. Anything else you’d like to add?

I'd just like to say if you hear anything about me just know it simply isn't true, you can't always let people put you down sometimes you have to show people you're not afraid to say fuck you and I'm gonna be happy in this life I have once, just be you, don't worry about doing shows if your doing music or who's popping the most just love yourself because I promise you that nobody on this entire planet is like you, if you got a dream, go get it, period, I love all of my fans, I check all of my dms every single day and respond to as much people as I can but I have to say it is hard with 99+ DM's but I will never change up on the fans, I will always love them.

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The Watcher does not know why his feet had carried him this far: all the way from Farron’s woods, lost in thoughts as he had been since quite some time now due to his condition. More often than not it was as though his body moved more on its own. Consciousness faded, only to come back leaving the man with a headache so enormous it made it hard to concentrate.

Accordingly there was surprise painting partially covered features as light-blue eyes caught sight of the woman resting close to a bonfire. It leaves him hesitant. How did he end up here in the first place? Where exactly was it his feet had brought him?

All questions he did not necessarily want an answer too. Instead the man turned on his heel, tensed as he was, about to take his leave again not wanting to possibly endanger the woman with what was inside of him. There were just so many times he would be able to recollect. Hœnir did not want to lose himself entirely around anyone if it was preventable. Especially not someone as helpless as her.

@thelonelyfirekeeper

#thelonelyfirekeeper #souls.#corrupt.

Death was the end which should befall him sooner than later, the man was very well aware. It was instinct more so, having him stand before the other, blade drawn, feeling it inside of her too — the inevitable dark. Not that the Watcher was in any condition to offer a proper fight, with his back hunched forward and his stance unsteady; arms trembling.

Too overwhelming the surges were; pain jolting through his spine leaving the entire man shake. It did appear more like a last stand than an attempt at the own duty at this point. As though ghostly fingers grasped at the bit of honor left within him. As though it did not matter whom of them both did get out of this alive; him possibly even wishing for her to set an end to it all: saving him from this suffering.

The winter-haired managed a shaking breath, as eventually the greatsword ultimately dropping onto the forest ground with a dull thud, followed by long legs shaking before they too gave in. There was no way he would make it out here — all alone. Not that there was waiting anything at home for him he could be clinging to in a desperate attempt to survive this, no matter how much he wished he could.

@of-the-detested

#ofthedetested #souls.#corrupt.

Of all it could have reached for it had gotten to him; its grasp around him holding so tight no matter how much he tried to shift or struggle to get free it only grabbed him tighter, digging itself further through: painting flesh black the closer it got to his core. Visible to no one — only palpable to him.

The Watcher had considered not making his way home. Sooner than later their senses would tell them about him, like his had told him about the Mother and the dark sitting within her, lingering, feasting at the few parts that were left of the woman walking this world for longer than any of them had. How came she had survived it for this long, he wonders, and for a moment there is hope inside him that he too will manage to sustain and avoid the pain / manage to not end up eaten alive inside his very own body.

Yet Hœnir knows better than to believe that for long. He was too weak — too empty. He did not have a reason keeping him going like it had her, in the search for her lost son which had given her the strenght to fight it even before he had gone. There was no such person to the blue-eyed male. He could not comprehend how having someone so important felt like and doubted his loyalty alone would be enough to have him keep fighting.

@bloodsought

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How long has it been since the last time he walked set foot into a church. Fragments of his past have him remember only so little. Back, when all he was was a little boy attending divine service through his parents wish. The man does recall how it had made him feel: standing inside holy walls where it felt as though the gods could look down upon you.

Was it not blasphemy, coming back after such a long time in search for betterment. After all the man had not bothered praying once after leaving his home. Why would the gods help him now? Him, of all people, which brought hours and hours worth of confession. Him who took lives and did not even bother that he did, him who knew that he hurt those that cared being well aware that it did hurt them.

Yet there he was, standing with great hesitation. Contemplating. It was through the Lady Finger that he knew of their precious Mother — of what it was she graciously offered. Rebirth. Being given the second chance he so silently desired. Or did he? Was he so scared of death that he could not accept the end all knew was eventually coming? Was that not what he had wanted all this time: for it all to just end?

Though... who would look out for his Lord if he was no longer?

@saintbident

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