#DAT INSTRUMENT.

[carelessflower]

everyone posing their best to appear intimidating in tmi special edition covers and there alec serving s curves realness

[takethebunny-andrun]

I don't think I'm objectum but I definitely relate to seeing a pretty object and just wanting to be close with it and take it everywhere and just stare at it and smile because it makes me so happy

[thebestandrealestever]

more headcannons .

a/n : ion feel like doing warns or sums so js read and find out it ain nun dat bad femblack reader coded as always . i’m so burnt out idk why but anyways, hey mooties iloveu 🤫😉.

miles is a lame nigga who has absolutely zero game or experience so when y’all started talking he is WHIPPPEEEEEDDDDDD. wanting to do everything right. so surprisingly enough he went to his dad for on how to ask u to be his gfn, he admires the love his parents have.

u are a supermodel in his eyes, u do a ec like dancing or play an instrument? he thinks ur the best at it, he thinks ur the prettiest and coolest girl in the entire world, he thinks ur the smartest and really the only girl for him, this boy really loves his gfn.

miles is always looking out for u, makes sure the doors are locked, closes ur tabs and puts your phone on the charger, turns your tv off, ect. he just wants to make sure your straight

when he liked you he was always trying to impress you, it was short lived when you told him that you loved his personality.

he stole a watch for you so you could connect with his friends

you were miles realization that he needs to and is capable of making connects in his own dimension as miles, not spiderman . he usually gets sensitive thinking about how much you opened his eyes and made him feel heard in his own world.

it’s truly all about the little things with him, rubbing your hand with his thumb, waited on third date to kiss you for first time, asked some of your friends about things you liked, draws you everywhere always, sending you voice messages instead of text. and the fact he doesn’t understand why that’s such a big deal for u drives u insane.

didn’t know how to deal with your period at first so he asked his mom, he went out and bought your favorite everything.

thinks he’s the funniest nigga ever when he puts on your lashes and wigs

looks at your highlight’s at least twice a day because ur beautiful

can’t go to sleep mad at you or have you mad at him, if you guys argued he would be there with food and a million kisses to make up for lost contact then have a conversation about whatever the situation was. one time the argument was so bad you didn’t talk for 3 days “hey ma, i got chick-fil-a” he said while taking his coat off and putting the food down while trying to eye you out in the complete darkness, you just looked at him still upset. “i’m sorry (name), i shouldn’t have said that or raised my voice.” he sighed turning on your lamp to look at you. “i’m sorry too, i shouldn’t have talked to you like that. i missed you miles, we don’t go days without talking to each other” you said pulling him into a big hug, he rubbed your back and kissed your head. “i know, i’m sorry baby. let’s talk about instead of yelling at each other from now on okay? i don’t think i could do this again.”

loveeeessss it when u give him messages or shower with him (NOT LIKE THAT.) after a long ass day of being spiderman.

thought he was gonna die when you went on vacation.

when you’re stressed or he’s stressed you guys go on the highest roof he can find and just talk to eachother.

wants to be held like a baby in your arms burying his face in the crook of your neck laying his weight on you.

squeezed your hand so hard you couldn’t feel it after when he got his ears pierced and lemme tell u it looked so good.

rubs your feet and legs while you tell him about whatever problems you had.

willingly risk his phone blowing up to be on the phone with u while u sleep

okkkkk byeeee

[amyispxnk]

My Kind of Woman

Chapter 3: Moron.

Series Masterlist || Prev Chapter

Series summary - Your song captivates Joel the second he hears you that night in Jackson, but he struggles to work up the courage to confess his feelings. With some (very heavy) encouragement from Ellie and Tommy, you two get closer and closer until he finally thinks he’s ready.

Chapter summary - It’s time for you and Joel’s Friday night guitar session…

A/N: FIRSTLY. IM SO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG. I’ve had the most hectic few months and been caught up with work and whatnot, so yeah, I’m really really sorry!! Secondly, I was absolutely not planning on taking this route but it just happened, okay???? Sorry, again. ��

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: slight fluff, a little angst, language

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Just breathe.

You keep repeating that in your mind as you pace your room, looking over your clothes and checking your hair in the mirror. Overthinking, as always, when you see yourself and contemplate why you chose this sweater instead of that other one in your closet, or why you decided to try out a new hairstyle specifically for this dat-

It’s not a date.

It’s not a date.

You’re just meeting up with your incredibly attractive 53 year-old ‘guy friend’ for some casual dinner and casual guitar on a casual Friday evening. That’s it, nothing more, nothing less.

God, you really need to get a hold of yourself, you say to your reflection in the mirror.

10 long minutes pass before you hear the soft rapping on your front door.

You take a deep breath, smoothing down your clothes, before opening it to reveal-

Ellie.

Her hair tied in a knotty ponytail and her cheeks flushed, nose tipped red, from the cold that Jackson almost always houses.

“Ellie! Hi. What’re you-” you begin after working past your surprise, having expected a burly old man and definitely not this little girl at your door.

“Joel wanted me to tell you that he’s really sorry he can’t come see you today because he has to do something and he- yeah. That’s it, actually.” She blurts out, lips pressed together and her eyes wide and inquisitive whilst she waits for your response.

You try, you really try, to not completely deflate as you register what she’s just told you, but.. how can you not?

You’d made dinner, gotten dressed, brushed up on your 90s guitar songs (since you figured that’s what he’d want to play with you), all for him to stand you up? And then send his daughter - or whatever she is to him - to tell you?

And, of course, Ellie notices when your shoulders slump and you bite your lip, glancing away. The thing is, she’s very good at seeing the emotions people try to conceal, but she’s also very good at confronting them about it in the same instant.

For you, she tries to be gentle about it.

“I’m sorry.. He did say he was really sorry. I, um, I know that you were probably really excited about it… You look really nice.” She offers weakly, to which you give an equally weak smile.

“Thanks, hon.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you glance behind you at the food on the stove and the guitar propped up against your couch.

“What’re you making?” She says after a moment, trying not to peek around your shoulder into your home since Joel told her that that was rude.

“Oh, just.. Just some chicken thing…”

She looks at you expectantly, and you decide that you shouldn’t let the food go to waste, knowing you can’t finish it all by yourself.

“You wanna come in?”

She nods eagerly, giving in and hurrying inside.

“Wowwww so this is the famous guitar, huh?” She smirks, palm brushing over your guitar, the one you use for your Tipsy Bison gigs.

“Yeah. That’s the one.” You smile softly, looking down at the instrument. It’s definitely.. a little weathered, but it does the job well.

It’s not long before you and Ellie are sat at the table, talking about whatever random topics her mind comes up with, finishing and cleaning up whilst she asks about your guitar and if you can play some songs for her.

You pause, not really feeling up to it after the disappointment you’d experienced this evening, still not feeling better even with Ellie’s amusing company.

But then you see the pleading look in her eyes, and you know you can’t fight it.

“Okay. Any particular songs you want me to play for you?”

The two of you get set up on your couch, and you look up at her expectantly.

She doesn’t reply, but she seems to be deep in thought, brows knitted.

“I don’t really know many..” she eventually says, frowning slightly.

You hum in thought, idly strumming as you think.

“Well.. there’s this one I always liked when I was a kid. It’s called Santeria.” You say after a moment, and she just nods, waiting for you to start.

You begin playing, losing yourself in the chords and gently nodding your head along to the beat as you start to sing.

I don’t practice Santeria

I ain’t got no crystal ball

Well, I had a million dollars

But I, I’d spend it all

Despite having heard you singing and playing many times before, she still listens to you playing the song with awe visible in her expression, applauding as you smile bashfully when the song ends.

“Dude, you’re so fucking good at guitar! That was so cool. Wow.” She beams, and you thank her before putting your guitar away, much to her protest.

“Go on, it’s getting late now.” You say, gently ushering her to leave. You love her, and you love kids in general, but you’re tired and you honestly want to go and cry, the nauseating feeling of heartbreak settling deep in your bones. Because that’s what it is. You found yourself falling for a man who stood you up the first chance he got. You realise you’ve been seeing it all through rose-tinted glasses - every time you talked, it was when you sat down with him, or you sped your pace to catch up with him in the street. Never him going out of his way for you.

Of course, what you didn’t realise was that Joel was just painfully petrified at the prospect of seeing you tonight. He’d used some bullshit excuse that he had to go help Tommy secure the wall right now, when he didn’t even need to do it, and they were not doing it right now.

But what was he meant to do? He didn’t deserve you, and he knew he’d just go and mess things up anyway, because that’s just how he is. Then he realises that he’s already gone and messed it up, just by not coming to see you this evening. Shit. He’s a total idiot. How long since he sent Ellie to go talk to you? Maybe he’d have enough time before she comes back?

He’s pacing around downstairs when she throws the door open, droning a very long “JOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEL!”, and he knows he’s in trouble now.

“You- fucking- idiot! Dude, why the fuck- Why would you stand her up? I thought you had to go check the fence but clearly fucking not! Oh my god.” She groans, shaking her head.

“She’s so cool, and she let me stay with her for dinner and she played some sick-ass guitar for me, and she let me talk about whatever I wanted and she actually listened and- and even though I had a great time, the only reason it happened is because you stood her up! What the fuck, man?” She says, exasperated.

He just stares at her, having nothing to say, because she is completely right in her judgement.

“I’m a moron.” He mumbles to himself, running a palm down his face with a deep sigh.

“Yeah, y’ fuckin’ are.” She mutters back, before looking up at him.

“You have to fix this. I swear. If she hates you then she won’t wanna talk to me either, and I am not having that. So- figure something out. Night, man.” She says, exiting through the back door to go over to the garage, leaving him to have his crisis in peace.

–

“School’s closed for the weekend so I won’t be able to talk right now-”

“It’s me.”

You look up from your desk where you had been scribbling away at some lesson plans for your art class, stunned into silence as your words disappear, Joel Miller at the door of your classroom.

You collect yourself to make sure you don’t sound too pissed off when you greet him, but he still winces when you grate out his name, voice too high-pitched and face too smiley for it to seem natural.

He steps forward, gently closing the door behind him and looking down at the floor, looking almost.. nervous? Joel Miller is nervous? To talk to you?

Your brows knit as you wait for him to speak, turning back to your work when he suddenly speaks up.

“Look, I- I wanted to- fuck, I had a whole thing planned out but- I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” He says, stumbling through his words.

“That’s okay.” You say, not even looking at him, feeling quite indifferent to it now that it’s been an entire week. And from the fact that his apology wasn’t really much of an apology.

You look back up at him, eyebrows raised, and he sighs heavily.

“You know I ain’t good at this, sweetheart, I just- I really am sorry.. I got… I got scared.” He says, trailing off in uncertainty by the end, looking at you pleadingly.

There’s that pet name again, the heat still rushing to your cheeks despite the annoyance you feel with him now.

You shake your head slightly, sighing again in frustration.

“You got scared? Really? God, Joel, you’re really telling me you decided to stand me up like that because you were scared?”

Your jaw clenches as you try to hold your tongue, not wanting to yell at him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off once more.

“Thank you for coming to talk to me, Joel. Please could you leave my classroom now?”

And then he knows he has completely fucked up. He had already made you - the town’s sunshine - upset, and now you were probably even more angry with him.

Ultimately, your reaction was completely valid. How could you know why he did that to you? You didn’t know about all he had lost, how he feared that getting close to you in this way would just result in even more loss and heartbreak, how he felt unworthy of anything good to come into his life, like you.

He’s at a loss for words, staring into your hard gaze, nodding before he turns and leaves the room.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated 💞

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[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 2

Your Fave Relationship

There was not really another option in my mind when I read the prompt for day 2. The world doesn't have enough of bantering Scandinavian guitarists so that's what I'm offering today.

Specifically, I wanted to focus on the enigmatic of their relationship, because they're a couple of weirdos. That I love, of course.

When Skwisgaar walked into the kitchen, he found his own face staring back at him, in the form of a mug. Toki usually had his morning coffee in the skull-shaped mug that had his likeness, this was nothing new. And it certainly was nothing Skwisgaar had to point out. Toki wanted to be him, but who didn’t, really? 

He also did an astounding negative effort to become nothing like Skwisgaar. Not in the parts that mattered, anyway.

“You knows it ams records kings deys todays, rights?” Skwisgaar said, in lieu of a greeting. “Can’ts keeps sayingks you wills practiske laters nows.”

“Oh, shuts up, Skwisgaar.” Toki rolled his eyes with disinterest. He took another and empty eye sockets glared at Skwisgaar. “You don’ts scares me.”

“Yous playingks ams whats scaries.” Skwisgaar blurted with a smirk.

Toki said nothing, but gripped his mug so tightly that the veins on his hands became noticeable. Skwisgaar never really understood why he did that sometimes. 

“Euh…sees you later at the studios…” He awkwardly said, in the manner of a farewell.

–

Skwisgaar watched Toki play the chords he wrote for him in the wrong succession for the upteempth time. “Wrongs!” He yelled, walking up to him. “It ams twos, twos, fours and thens twos agains! How manies times I gotsa tells you this?”

“Dats whats I dones!” Toki defended himself. “I dids two fours and thens-”

“Twos and twos first!” Skwisgaar dragged his hands across his face with exasperation. It had been so long trying to get Toki to record his track that the other three just left to eat. Skwisgaar was angry, starving and most of all in disbelief over Toki’s stupidity. It’s like he got dumber over time. “You know whats? Gives to me de guitar, I does it.”

“Noes!” Toki protectively holding onto his Flying V. “I wants to plays!”

“Toos late ams gonna does it nows!”

“Noes!”

“I wills!” Skwisgaar grabbed onto the lower body of the guitar.

“You cants!” Toki grabbed the neck instead and they started struggling over the instrument. 

“Eugh, just lets goes, Toki!” Skwisgaar said with frustration, pulling from one end of the guitar. 

“You lets goes!” Toki replied, pulling from the other.

“You cants even plays!”

“It ams mine guitars!”

“Whats I can plays betters?!” 

Suddenly, there was a flash and Skwisgaar felt his face impact against solid flesh. It took him a few seconds to realize that Toki had punched him, and in turn he gave him a slap across the face. Soon enough, the attention stopped being on the guitar and on each other instead. The instrument was even propelled to the ground at some point and neither of them reacted to it, too focused on their fight.

When Toki shoved Skwisgaar against the amp wall, he took a false step and fell, but not without bringing Toki down with him. On the floor, the fight resumed, punches and kicks being delivered from both sides. While Skwisgaar had a good time stretching Toki’s cheeks, Toki, the little dildo, dug his fingers into Skwisgaar’s nose. 

“Eughh!!” Skwisgaar yelled and rolled over so he could regain control. Toki, however, was as bad with guitar as he was strong and he pinned Skwisgaar down, looking obnoxiously smug about it. 

And Skwisgaar was not about to have that so he stuck his own digits in Toki’s mouth, wiping that stupid smile off his face. Because Toki was a bit like an animal sometimes, he started chomping down, trying to bite Skwisgaar’s fingers. He narrowly avoided it, though when Toki’s tongue grazed one of his thumbs, Skwisgaar instinctively looked up.

And, even though it was far from being their first rodeo, something felt a little different. Or maybe it was that without the scowl, Skwisgaar’s fingers on Toki’s mouth had another connotation. 

Before he could even begin to think of anything else, he felt a yank coming from his scalp. It took him a few moments to realize that it was Toki pulling from his hair, forcing him to raise his face.

Their eyes met, both of them gasping from the physical effort and Skwisgaar couldn’t help noticing the flush on Toki’s cheeks. Experimentally, rather than pulling his fingers out, he shoved them deeper which made Toki grimace. A harder hair yank followed, and Skwisgaar groaned.

Toki’s eyes widened and Skwisgaar tried to feign dignity, though he was pretty sure his cheeks were betraying him. Finally, it occurred to him that having Toki on top of him wasn’t exactly helping his situation. Trying to move, however, caused the opposite effect as the motion made him grind his hips against Toki’s backside. In turn, Toki continued the friction by spreading his legs to the sides, locking Skwisgaar in his place. But Skwisgaar didn’t like being told what to do, so he lifted his upper body in an attempt to sit up, only for Toki to lean in to force him to back down. 

Stupid Toki, no matter how short the distance between them was becoming, he wasn’t going to just give up. Just because Toki didn’t care about personal space, didn’t mean he was just going to let him win. Just because their faces were so close that he could feel Toki’s breath on him, didn’t mean Skwisgaar was going to let him do what he wanted…

The door suddenly slammed open. “Whet are you two dooshbegs doin’?” Pickles asked, drinking a piña colada from a straw. 

Panicking, they unwrapped from each other and stood up, not really sure how to answer that themselves.

“Skwisgaar ams dildos.” Toki said first, clearing his throat.

“You ams dildos.” Skwisgaar countered, still looking down.

Pickles loudly slurped, more interested in his drink than what they had to say. “Okey, just don’t forget to eat or whatever.” He said and then walked away whistling.

When they were alone again, Skwisgaar side-eyed Toki. “Eugh…does you wants to goes shootingks de guns lators?”

After a moment, Toki shrugged. “Ja, okays. Whatevers.”

“Okeis.” Skwisgaar leaned down to pick the guitar.

“And dens we watch de movies I tells you de other days.” Toki added. 

“Shores.” Skwisgaar said absent-mindedly, staring at the dent at the bottom of the guitar.

“Skwisgaar?”

“Ja?” He turned to Toki.

“I hates you.”

Skwisgaar smirked. “I knows dat.” Toki was heading out when he talked again. “I hates you too.”

“Goods.” Toki didn’t even look back but Skwisgaar knew he was content.

Because he was, too. 

[tomb-mold]

ok one thing that i keep thinking about that i never noticed before on my other bloodborne playthroughs is the ambient choral music that plays when you go throughout upper cathedral ward. there is only one other area in the game i can think of that has a musical score playing while exploring an area, which is the chanting when first entering hypogean gaol/yahar'gul. but the chanting is diagetic, its happening right then and there within the universe of the game. so the ambient music that plays in upper cathedral ward being disembodied vocals with no instruments only begs the question even more: who dat!!! and where and why

[circeyoru]

I just wanna see alastor and reader (from unwanted soul) slowly dance in a big dark empty room and for him to give her/them a kiss ❤️ (no matter if it's forehead, cheek or mouth kiss) I just love thinking about such soft moments with them

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Yes!! Another sweet moment!!

This one had me thinking of a certain video in mind, you can watch it if you like, but I imagine them dancing like this. Somewhat. @angel-tsugikuni-kamukura, I wonder if you've seen this one.

You pouted, staring menacingly at the scribbled-out ideas you had been thinking while rewatching a few anime and TV shows to give you some sort of idea.

"What's all this?"

"Oh, something I'm thinking about our next dat-!" You realized your mistake but it was already too late. Turning your head, Alastor's face was right next to you. "Hey! What did I say about you taking advantage of my thinking moments!?"

"To not take advantage or leave you alone." Alastor answered proudly, ignoring your glare. He grinned and sat next to you, "Darling Love, I truly don't mind what you have planned as long as it concerns you. I'll be enjoying it all the same." He laughed, "Hahaha! Why even watching a picture show would do!" His eyes gently glaze towards you with that loving look on his face, "What I care for is the time we spend together, not the activity itself."

That didn't make you feel better, though it did make your heart skip a beat. Alastor has been very much the same; the only thing that has changed is your perception of it all. You sighed, not even bothering to look away to hide the brush that Alastor so loved to paint you in, the perfect red as he claimed.

"Still..." You looked back down to your notes.

Alastor hummed loudly, his eyes scanned through the page now that you had let him know what you were planning. He respected your privacy beforehand; if you had lied, he would have taken it without saying another word. But you were pretty honest when you were in your own little world, he gotten a few pass on you, never when it was something deeply guarded.

"Why not have a slow dance? Like waltz or ballroom dances! Ha! Those are perfect excuses to be close to one another, don't you agree?" Alastor suggested, the idea pumping his blood and energy surging high at the thought.

But at your silence, he turned his attention to you. Your hands clenched to fists, a bit white. Your lips pressed against each other to a thin straight. Why were you tense?

"Dearest, you know how to dance, it's not that hard when you include another in your steps." Alastor tried to understand your hesitation. "Besides, I'll be leading! So you only need to follow."

You internally sighed, Alastor's excitement clouding your thoughts. He's excited, no, ecstatic at the idea. You gave him your hand with a wonky smile, "Fine. Lead away."

With a snap of his fingers, your surroundings changed to a ballroom. Themes of red and black all around. Fitting for Alastor. The lighting was dim but comfortable for your eyes and bright enough to know what you were looking at. Even your outfit has changed to match the occasion. Your eyes stopped at Alastor, who was bowing, with his hand offered to you, "May I have this dance?"

"You may." You put your hands in his.

His shadow minions took their places, playing instruments of all kinds to fill the giant room with music. Alastor took your hand and placed his other on your waist, you put your other hand on his shoulder. You smiled when Alastor gave you a look that meant he noticed your familiarity with the pose.

He took the lead and moved, bringing you along. In the beginning, your head was tilted down, staring at the two pairs of feet moving to the music. A while into the music, you were staring ahead at Alastor. The two of you moved in sync, like you were each other's fated dance partner.

Alastor had danced with other ladies in his prime. None were up to his standards, though now he wondered if it was because they were you. Those other ladies stared up at him with lovesick eyes in hopes of being his or fiery eyes with the goal of taming him. Then there was you who stared at the feet to get the feel of things before looking up at him. Eyes of uncertainty.

"My Love, you dance wonderfully. I didn't even need to help you!" Alastor praised. His words always brought you comfort and solace.

"I may have been taught a lesson or two in this." You looked away as if recalling a memory. "Family standards to uphold and all that. The wealthy love their pride. I don't particularly like dancing with others too, like a partner."

Alastor's smile twitched. He made you uncomfortable. He made you—

"But now that I'm dancing with you, Alastor," There was that smile he loved so much. A smile to die for. "I think I quite like it." Touch to go numb over. "We make quite the pair," Words to melt over and be further entangled under your command and wish. "Yes?"

In a swift move, Alastor gave you a twirl before dipping you down and helped himself to a kiss that you returned.

"That we do, My Heart."

The soul to kill for.

[carrierofpretzel]

Head canons for JRWI characters.

Some spoilers for apotheosis

sorry if this seems all over the place. my brsin is all over the place

Peter: Collapses a lot and has really shaky knees.

Autisitci( thats normal though).

Tried to Learn the flute for gears when he was younger but gave up.

If he drinks coffee and fills it with milk and sugar because he cant handle the bitter taste.

Loves pasta… he slurps dat shit upppp.

Kinda projecting but Ehlers Danlos Syndrome for sure. He sometimes scares the shit out of Elena when his joints move too far or he stretches his skin a bit.

Elena: Doesn’t get sick often but when she does. He gets siccckkk.

They definitely have a super hard time trying to figure out who he is and spends years trying to figure out what she likes and she doesn’t.

Early bird and makes breakfast for them and Peter everyday. Once a week they go to the tavern down the road for breakfast.

They still perform at Taverns but also teach kids how to play instruments as their main job.

Thanatos: Reads the book Elena gave him like its the most important documents ever. He had never cried before but has def shes at least one tear seeing how happy the two of them are.

If he ever managed to come back to the real world he would treasure his little lizard and would threaten random shop owners so he wouldn’t have to pay for a new terrarium for him.

I feel like he would defo stand somewhere and people would just think he’s some cool new statue the city just built till he moves.

He would after years of being confined gain some sympathy. Not an insane amount but he would be able to somewhat see why people were so affected by things.

[kirby-toons]

here r some tyler opinions i have js cus :3

• pigs is crazy overlooked. it isn't the best song, but it is so stomach turning and brutal and i thinn it perfectly reflects who sam is and shouldn't be as put down as it is

• who dat boy isn't as good as people hype it up to be. it's a good hype song but the rapping from both asap and tyler is js sorta meh. music videos fire tho

• garden shed needs more love. it gets attention, but it's so overlooked because of see you again, and garden shed is too good of a song for that. the instrumental and the vocals, and then tyler rapping about his sexuality in the end is so good.

• bastard isn't *that* bad musically wise. yeah the topics are like. gross. however the instrumentals to most of his songs and the flow he's able to rap with is not bad at all for his first album.

um yeah i might do more of these i js gotta go 2 school :3

[solthecontestshipper]

i edited drew in the dutch dub again!! yipee!!! because i love his VA so much D: and harley’s in there too. my biggest flex is probably that their va’s are basically a friend of a friend of a friend to me like that’s. kinda crazy my childhood voice actors

song is ON DAT BXTCH! by lumi athena but it’s the instrumental version!! and this was edited on videostar ^_^

[colorisbyshe]

July 2024 Monthly Music NYAA

Current (within the last month... or so):

"Joyride" by Kesha. We've all heard it. A return to form and a celebration of Kesha's freedom <3

I finally listened to Cupcakke's album. I know people love to harp on her obscene lyrics and humor but can I just say her instrumentals are one of a fucking kind? Some notables off the album: "Water Balloon," "Aura," "Backstage Pass," "Rock Paper Scissors," "Dora," and "Dementia." If you like these, maybe give "Catman" by TeaMarr as well.

"Skyscraper Starlight" De De Mouse. City Pop sensibilities with a modern groove factor.

"Chasing Low Vibrations" Foster the People. Not as good as previous stuff but... idk... what it is what it says on the tin. Low vibrational.

"Corazon" & "Switch It (ft Cakes da Killa, GAWD). Glossy, disco-y, and MADE to get you on the fucking dance floor! Glad to have accidentally found the latter song through Cakes Da Killa and their song "Da Dat Baby" with its gay, flashy rap. If you like those, PIVOT WITH ME, and try out "Nowhere" by Shotaro Aoyama.

"Kiss" Penicillin. Just some Visual Kei rep on this list. The sound is very nostalgic for Jrock, at least vocally. Like 1998 vibes.

"Low Threshold" Navy Blue. A rap that feels like the intersection between a confessional and a sermon.

Looking at my "Share with Tumblr" playlist... this is longer than expected so uh... kpop dumping ground?? Which is bad because these are all WILDLY different genres but... I feel like the same group of people will give them a chance so:

"Hot Mess" Aespa (chaotic, bad but compelling). "Sabotage" & "Bad Blood" KWON EUNBI (Dancey, Loona-adjacent somehow?) "Dont" Lee Chae Yeon (Bop for the girlies) "Pricey" & "Rain Drop" NCT 127 (Songs I re-imagine as Exo demos) "Sweetie" PRSNT (Jiyoon from 4minute!! In a co-ed group!! Bubbly) "XO (Only if You Say Yes)" Enhyphen (I'm obsessed with the instrumental) "All Day" Onew (I SAVED THE VERY BEST!! GORGEOUS, ENTHRALLING, musically complex and great)

Jpop and mid-2000s AMV core... I'm here for "Underground" by F5ve and its semi-viralness.

I don't think its their best album, by a long shot, and I miss how weird they were but Glass Animals did have a bit of a comeback from that HORRIBLE lead single. Notables: "How I learned to Love the Bomb," "Wonderful Nothing," "whatthehellishappening?" Indie pop / alt rock.

"Super Breath" Karen 0 & Danger Mouse. MTV Teen Wolf era ass song. For the peeps who liked older Metric but also MTV's curated playlists for their teen dramas.

"Stupid (can't run from the urge" underscores. If hyperpop intrigued you but kind of scared you, if you ran back to like... madeon but gayly... this is the song for you.

If you like previous recs of Alex Anwandter's music, give "Mi Corazón" by Tango Astral a shot. Similar vibes, perhaps more basic.

Kinda generic rock song but "Delusion:All" One OK Rock scratches an itch. Still don't think they've ever done better than "Clock Strikes" but I don't follow them much

Older songs to shout out: "Passive" A Perfect Circle (Used to listen to this and think of Sasunaru, alt rock, nu metal... ish), "Last Smile" Love Psychedelico (Jrock from 2000, close your eyes and bop your head), "Eureka" Sakanaction (more Jrock, more energetic and poppy), "Something Good '08" Utah Saints (Kate Bush Sample and made a great AMV)

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Rave Hurricane • KAWASAKI EMERGENCY • Playing with 92's • 逃走讃美歌 ～Running Machine～ • Scritti Politici • beat the meat (2 old MEGADANCE) • The Snap of Death • Activate • DEATH BULLDOZER • CYBER HOLIC -The Paradise of Shousei- • PARTY LOVER • Pump This Party!! • RAVE200008 • ペシミズム(BREAK MIX) • Dagon

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[chiiyuuvv]

MUSIC DAT- PARK - JINSIK °

~~~~~~~~♡

"You made it!!" Jinsik smiles widely, running towards you and engulfing you into a big hug.

"I told you I was going to come silly goose!" You giggle, hugging him back before letting go. "I brung my clarinet too!" You wave around your case with a proud smile.

"Great let's go!" He smiles again, placing his hand on yours and giving it a squeeze, before dragging you deeper into the park.

Saying that he missed you was an understatement, he was practically longing for your presence. Exam season had just started up and suddenly you lost time for each other, he needed  to see you.

So why not arrange a little dat– I mean hanging out time? You loved classical music and jinsik so happened to play the violin. You two were perfect for each other.

At least that's what he thought. He always wondered if he was being too obvious about liking you but he was also starting to get impatient. So just like that he started smiling at you more, staring at you, touching you.. flirty. He wanted to show you how much he adored you, and if you were uncomfortable he could always stop right now, instead of ruining a life long relationship.

"Here we are~" he let's go of your hand, letting you wonder around for a little bit, before sitting in your usual spot. You seemed to fail notice on how jinsik was staring at you so lovingly, his eyes studying your features so carefully, a small smile never leaving his lips.

It was a habit you two did, bringing your musical instruments and traveling deep into the park. It was how you met after all, you had the same special place. It was another coincidence.

"Well are you coming to sit down?" You chuckle at his flustered state, patting the space beside you and opening up your case.

He shyly smiles before inching closer to your warmth, watching you put your clarinet together. "I missed you so much.." he whispers, breaking the calm silence and squeezing your hand again.

"Aww sikie I did too." He blushes at your words, his head dropping as he tries to hide his smile. But you already noticed, and now your smiling too, a small laugh escaping out your lips.

"So how was your day?" You ask, the same smile still painted on your lips. "Just you know.. studying.." he tilts his head as you nod in response, bring the mouth piece to your mouth and blowing a note.

"Wahh!!" He claps his hands as you giggle.

"Hey I thought you were going to bring your violen! What happened to that?"

"Oh yeah.. I might of ran out of the house when I texted you.."

"Jinsik!" You hit his shoulders as he laughs loudly.

"I just really missed you okay?!" He shouts playfully.

"But how when I look like a mess?" You voice was not as loud as before, if not quieter than a mouse as you feel embarrassment wash over you. You were only wearing a white tee, ripped up shorts and a messy bun. How could he miss this?

But that's not what he saw, no. He saw a beautiful girl with the most doe eyes and the prettiest smile. He saw himself swooning head over heals for the girl he gets along so well with.

"Darling you look perfect tonight." He whispers under his breath but you had already heard it, the tip of your ears getting red.

There was always something about him. How everything just felt so right and natural, like how everything was just meant to happen. You were meant to fall for each other, to feel that since of belonging. You were meant to become one.

"You didnt bring your violin so.."

"I was thinking about singing." He finishes your sentence, a soft smile appearing as he stares deep into your eyes. "Okay.." you nod again.

"Is there any song we should do?" He asks, swishing some water in his mouth as he warms up his throat.

"Uh.. Oh!" You eyes widen, a finger pointing up.

"Yeah?" He laughs, finding you cute. "I've been listening to this one song.. perfect by Ed Sheeran.. wait it's called that right?"

"I-isnt that a love song?"

"Yeah.. should we do a different song..?" You look up from your phone, watching his scratch the back of his neck nervously.

"Nono w-we can do that.."

"Wanna start us off?"

~~~~♡

"Well I found a woman.." he sings, his eyes catching yours as they lock. The way he stares at you with such a soft gaze sends shivers down your spine, you heart doing backflips as you freeze. But wait, aren't you supposed to be playing?

"She shares my dreams, I hope that someday, I'll share her home." Your mind flashes back to your very first times together. How he was so nice and so much of a gentleman, and how he still is. And all the things he does for you, even when he doesnt have to.

"Darling just hold my hand." Darling. It was a nickname he gave you when you were getting to know each other better. It always made you flustered, and it always made him laugh. That's something you did a lot around each other, laugh.

"When I saw you in this dress, looking so beautiful." He was starting to inch closer to you, his eyes looking at no one else but you, only you. You remembered when you went to a little cafe together to celebrate you getting an A on your test. You were wearing a long, light red dress, with little white dots covering it. It was a beautiful spring time dress, something he couldnt keep his eyes off of.

"Now I know I have met an angel in person." He comes closer, his voice getting softer.

"And she looks perfect." He was staring at your lips, quickly glancing at your eyes before unknowingly leaning closer.

"I dont deserve this.." he mumbles. You can tell that he was trying his hardest not to close the gasp. So you lean closer, his breath hitches as he accidentally pecks your lips. His eyes widen as he backs up quickly.

"O-oh my god I am so sor-" his sentence was cut off from the softness of your lips. He freezes completely as his eyes flutter shut, feeling your lips move again his. It wakes him up as his hand runs under your chin and cups your cheek, pulling you impossibly closer.

His lips mound on your perfectly as you feel little tingly sensations throughout your being. That's when you realized how much he loved you, how much he adored you. You started smile and you can feel him smile too, softly breaking the kiss as his eyes flutter open, his hand that was on your cheek now running over your lips. He chuckles softly, his eyes staring at you with so much love that you can feel yourself beginning to melt.

"You look perfect tonight."

A/n: I AM SCREAM, GIGGLING, KICKING OMGOMGOMG WHAT DID I JUST WRITE?!?

(Request on wattpad)

And PLEASE, can we all say thank you to the greatest idea thinker ever?? Like no- bestie how the HELL did you come up with this AND the song for the FEELS. Yeah no, everyone say thank you to lilia 👏💖

OH AND BTW THE WAY (I'm flexing pls ignore this) I play clarinet irl🤭

[jedimandalorian]

Ahsoka- Notes on Episode 3 and Kiner’s musical score:

Opening scene featuring mysterious, percussive new music.

Huyang trains Sabine, who is using a wooden practice saber (bokken). Ahsoka makes Sabine wear a masked helmet, reminiscent of how Obi-Wan trained Luke Skywalker. “I can’t see. How am I supposed to fight?” The music continues to emphasize percussion and plucked stringed instruments, intensifying along with the practice duel itself.

Music continues with title card and episode name, “Time to Fly.”

Camera follows A-wings to New Republic fleet. Fanfare of brass instruments. Music fades out for scenes inside hallway of Home One. Minimal music used to set a mood for briefing room scene.

We meet Jacen Syndulla who wants to be a Jedi. The incidental music sets the mood for this scene and the next one aboard Ahsoka’s ship. Sabine and Ahsoka talk about the Force and Jedi training accompanied by plucked strings and sustained tones.

Huyang: “I suppose you do come from a long line of non-traditional Jedi.” (I was cackling when he called out the Disaster Lineage that way.)

Sabine attempts to use the Force, and more mysterious music that seems unrelated to the Force theme is heard. A two note motive based on an ascending perfect fifth is heard in this scene. Since Ezra’s theme begins with an ascending fifth, this could be an indication of why Sabine is training so hard. She’s doing it for Ezra.

Holographic message from Hera. Ahsoka’s ship approaches Seatos. Music intensifies when space dogfight ensues. Battle music doesn’t present any familiar themes.

The first appearance of the purrgil is accompanied by vocalizing by an angelic-sounding chorus. Incidental music intensifies as the battle in the clouds continues.

When the ship has landed in the forest, Ezra’s theme is played softly after Sabine says “I haven’t seen those creatures since the day Ezra disappeared.” She looks happy, excited, and hopeful.

The music for the final scene with Baylan is sinister and reminiscent of music associated with the Emperor in the OT. The dum dat-dat dum dat-dat rhythmic motive from the beginning of episode 1 and the end credits music is used here, then the now-familiar end credits music plays.

Update: The Ronin motif is the ostinato that has the repeated rhythm that sounds like dum dat-dat dum dat-dat. I am glad that we now have a name for it.

Links to previous posts about the music of Ahsoka

Episode 1

Episode 2

Main Character Theme Music

End Credits Music

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2023 Day 13

Nightmares or Visions

I think this prompt was very fitting for Nathan, giving that he canonically has horrific nightmares and haunting visions.

However, it is my belief that Toki has recurring nightmares as well, given his whole character, you know? And I wanted to write a little about it for today so...have a little Toki nightmare for this lovely Friday the 13th <3

Toki entered the living room and saw Skwisgaar was already sitting there. He hadn’t been noticed, though, as Skwisgaar’s back was to him, probably busy with the guitar. He started walking towards him.

“Hey, Skwisgaar!”

Apparently not having heard, Skwisgaar didn’t turn to him. Nothing out of the ordinary, Skwisgaar could get lost with the instrument.

Toki tried again. “Skwisgaar!”

Still nothing. Okay, a bit weird, however…

“Skwisgaar?”

After the third time of being ignored, Toki grabbed Skwisgaar’s shoulder with exasperation. “Heys.”

When Skwisgaar finally turned to him, Toki realized he wasn’t alone. Beside him, there was…

A monkey?!

“Oh, heys, Toke.” Skwisgaar seemed almost bored by the sight of him. “Meets Mr. Giggle.” He pointed at the animal sitting by his side. “He ams our news rhythms guitarists.”

Toki did a double take, wondering if he had misheard. “Whats?!”

The monkey waved at him with a grin. He had a Gibson Flying V on his lap, the same guitar Toki used, and wore a black bowtie on his hairy neck.

“He ams much mores disciplined and responsibkles d’an yous.” Skwisgaar explained, impassive. “And he alsos very funnies.” As if to demonstrate, the animal put the guitar on his head and started juggling with red balls, while carefully maintaining his balance.

Sighing, Toki looked at Skwisgaar. “Looks, Skwisgaar, if dis ams some kinds of jokes, I gets it, okays? Alls do betters-”

“Jokes?” Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow, as if insulted. “Dis amsnt a joke, Toki. The bands has discussed dis and we agreeds that he ams da best for Dethklok’s futores.”

“You ams lying!” Toki yelled. He fucking hated when Skwisgaar tried to freak him out. “I bets dat monkeys can’t plays guitar!”

Skwisgaar shook his head like Toki had disappointed him. “Soes arrosgant, as always.” Then, he turned to the monkey. “Shows dis little dildos, Mr. Giggle.”

Immediately, the creature started shredding like a maniac, then went on to play a solo that sounded like the kind of stuff Skwisgaar came up with. The speed and agility of his fingers was terrifying, not even in his best days had Toki been that good. 

Defeated, Toki fell to his knees. “Dis ams impossibles…”

“He ams a chimpanskees, by the ways.” Skwisgaar added, grimacing at Toki on the floor. “Comes here, you goofballs.”

Toki raised his eyes to see Mr. Giggles jump on Skwisgaar’s lap excitedly. Skwisgaar petted his head fondly. “Who ams da best rhythms guitarists in da worlds?” He cooed affectionately.

The chimpanzee barked, thumping his chest proudly. 

“Oh, look, it’s Mr. Giggles!” Pickles walked into the room, joined by Nathan and Murderface. “Aw, dood, he has a lil’ bow!” He pointed out with a smile. 

“You likes it?” Skwisgaar asked, elated. “I pickeds it especially for him.”

“It’s fucking brutal.” Nathan commented.

“That guy schure knowsch how to rock.” Even Murderface agreed. None of them spared a glance at Toki, like he wasn’t even there.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned to see who it was, Charles was giving him his usual emotionless look. “We put all your stuff in boxes.” Two Klokateers holding several boxes were behind him. “And I, uh, took the liberty to call a cab for you.” 

“Yous kicking me out?!” Toki screeched, standing up. The guys kept playing with Mr. Giggles next to him, completely unbothered by the commotion.

Charles gestured at some Klokateers by the door, moving furniture, clothes and decorations. “Mr. Giggles needs, uh, space for all his possessions. I’m afraid you no longer have a room.”

“Alls stay in de basements!” Toki clasped his hands together, pleading. “Please, don’ts kicks me out! I has nowheres to go!”

Moderately concerned, Charles put a hand on his chin. “I guess you could turn into a Klokateer. But, the…the conditions are gonna be harsh, Toki.” He stared at him with his cold robot eyes. “Are you sure you can take it? There are no second chances.”

Toki swallowed heavily. He imagined himself doing Pickles’ laundry, stained in vomit, pee and substances. Cleaning Skwisgaar’s room after a busy night, the smell of sex in the air, his monstrous seed all over the sheets and pungent underwear scattered across the floor.  Washing Murderface’s disgusting feet and accidentally bursting its blisters, a mix of blood and pus dripping on his fingers. Throwing Nathan’s garbage after a night of spicy food and way too many chips. God, he didn’t want to work for these assholes.

He turned to look at Skwisgaar. The guy was playing with Mr. Giggles, tickling him and laughing. “Skwisgaar, please…” He got on his knees, ready to beg. “Alls do anythings, just let me stay in da bands, please!”

Skwisgaar side-eyed at Toki coldly, stopping the frolicking. The chimpanzee snarled at him while holding onto Skwisgaar possessively. “Why can’ts you accekpts dat it ams over, Toki?” He asked, stroking Mr. Giggles’ back while glancing at Toki like he was some pathetic creature or something.

“Because I don’ts wants to be replaced by a fucking monkeys!” Toki shouted, momentarily losing control. He winced at himself. “Sorries…”

“Gets up, Toki.” Skwisgaar said and he had no choice but to obey. Nathan, Pickles and Murderface were now paying attention to the exchange. An evil smirk spread across Skwisgaar’s face and Toki had a bad feeling in his gut. “I hereby perform citizens band-firing…” The chimpanzee nodded maniacally with his words. “Effective…..now!”

The walls of the house, of the universe even, cracked. “No!” Toki cried out in despair, losing his balance and falling backwards. The cracks were revealing black voids in between, slowly unraveling the fabric of Toki’s world. “No!” He cried out again.

Unbothered, Skwisgaar turned to his new pet lovingly. “Oh, and Mr. Giggle.” He said. “You can gets a solo.”

Toki himself felt his own body cracking in half. “Nooooo!!” He screamed, the last thing he saw being the ugly animal and Skwisgaar entangled in a passionate embrace. 

“Ahh!!” He woke up, drenched in sweat and fear.

Startled by the noise, Skwisgaar and his guitar jolted next to him. “Da fucks, Toki?!” He asked, visibly annoyed.

It took Toki a few seconds to understand where he was. The living room again? “Wh-Where ams Mr. Giggle?!” He asked. “Don’t replaces me with a monkeys!” He grabbed Skwisgaar by the neckline of his shirt and shook him.

“L-Lets goes off me, idiots!” Skwisgaar tried to push him away to no avail.

“Don’t replaces me with a fucking monkeys!”

“What da fucks ams you saying?!”

“Alls does anythings, I swears!”

“Gets off me, Toki!”

[skwigelfskwisgaar]

To de dildos in mine askbox saying dat womens amnst an instrument, you clearlies never slept wit one or amnst has de skillful hands dat I dos to make de ladies sing.