#and we'll be celebrating that

[kathaynesart]

REPLICA PLAYLIST

MUSIC UNDER CUT

I have been receiving requests for any songs that inspired Replica, so here, have my personal playlist. Sorry it’s not Spotify/Soundcloud but they don’t have some of these songs available so uh… guess you’re stuck with YouTube vids. For fun I'll include my personal titles for them (which might give a few hints of what to expect in the future/end).

Replica Main Theme - “Die for You” by Grabbitz Like Father Like Son Like Brother (Omega and Shelldon) - "As Above So Below" by Alistair Lindsay Mikey's Theme / The 1st Vision - "Suzume no Tojimari" by Nanoka Hara Military (Mad) Dogs / Central Park Colony - "Imperium" by Madeon Shanghai - "Icarus" by Madeon Boom Goes the Donnie-mite (Mikey/Donnie vs the Sweeper) - "The Red Zone" by Mitsuoto Suzuki The Day the Sky Bled Red - "7 Seconds Till the End" by Nobuo Uematsu Going Out Like a Boss (Raph and Leo) - "Agape" by Nicholas Britell Remembering the Right Way (Mikey and Leo) - "The Souls of Many" - by Alistair Lindsay Mystic Hands / The 2nd Vision - "Am I Dreaming" by Metro Boomin x A$AP Book 2 Trailer - "Sea Dragon" by Covet 7 Years Later - "Iron" by Woodkid Leo's Theme / Attack on the Labor Camp - "Ego Death" by Polyphia Omega's Theme - "Touch" by Daft Punk Flat Lines (Omega Alone) - "Die Toteninsel Emptiness" by 1000 Eyes Spear - "Monsters" by Tommee Profitt Final Protocol - "The Kraken" by Katie Dey Rise / Epilogue - "Close in the Distance" by Masayoshi Soken & Tom Mills

I will admit, it's a little embarrassing since you can easily see the patterns of what I've been listening to for the past year or two. I swear I listen to more than just videogame OSTs, these songs just jive well with the story and I often find lyrics distracting when brainstorming scenes. Regardless, the music I listen to is such an important part of my creative process and some of these songs really defined the scenes I now have locked in my head. So I figured it was only fair to give them the credit they're due.

I will continue to add to this playlist, and will note in comic updates when one of these songs is applicable!

[wyllaztopia]

welp

killer by rahafwabas dust by ask-dusttale horror by sour-apple-studios nightmare by jokublog fresh and error by loverofpiggies fell by underfella/vic green by goinks ennui by neotxnic

[leikeliscomet]

I've grown tired of posts that 'affirm' queer sexuality that throw asexual queer people under the bus. I'm tired of puritan sanitisation being blamed on the boring sexless frigid queers and not the long history and system of sexual puritanism which, spoiler alert, never supported sexless queer people ace or not regardless. I'm tired of 'progressive' compulsory sexuality being promoted and supported with a 'oh yeah some people are ace' slapped in at the end. I'm tired of every single post about how the sexless uwu pink sapphics and flowercrown gay boys or whatever scapegoat we're picking today is causing the downfall of the community and representation and not y'know, actual lesbophobia, homophobia etc. I'm tired of everyone assuming to be an asexual and/or sexless queer person means being white, feminine, delicate and soft because they can't imagine Blackness and masculinity as something compatible with being ace and/or sexless. I'm tired of asexual and/or sexless queerness being acknowledged as long we accept we're a niche minority and different from 'normal' and 'real' queerness. I'm tired of every recognition of asexual queerness being adlibbed with 'this is valid but remember most queer people are NOT like this' 'you're valid but remember the real queers fuck and we're not boring like these lot!' because the idea of a lesbian, gay, bi, pan or trans asexual is that uncomfortable and 'bad representation' for people to comprehend apparently. I'm tired of asexual and sexless being used as insults to attack other queer people and characters who 'fail' to live up to their queerness. I'm tired of queerness being that needs to be lived up to in the first place and not just something you are. I'm very tired of every post that's supposed to affirm my identity always degrading the other. I'm tired of being an other in a group of others.

EDIT: Obviously any aspec can and will relate to this post but I'm specifically talking about the erasure of lesbian asexuality and gay asexuality in general and how despite there being a rightful push for destigmatising gay desire, gay ace desire isn't seen as real or it's seen as lesser. This isn't an aroace post it's an ace lesbian one please don't remove that.

[littletroggo]

Congrats on 50 followers!! 🥳 That’s so exciting!!

Can I request something cadet Batch related? I just love seeing our boys when they’re little, and your art style is so sweet! 🥹

thanks kyber!! i love reading your fics <3

hope it was worth the wait. here's the baby batch! getting into trouble since they were little~

[ibetittering]

Gurs third birthday he's growing up so fast 😔

[ofbardsandmen]

thinking about this image again... siiighhhhh

[inhuman-obey-me]

Barbatos and 8 because chaos 😈😈😈 (you guys are my favs congrats of 100k!!!!!)

Barbatos + 8: "Dead Walk" - Redhook

Rewriting the past means living without consequences. What freedom, for a demon to exist this way.

"Did you do something you need to atone for?"

Barbatos chuckles regretfully across the table at you.

"Indeed. Something I can never hope to undo."

He begins to reach over the table as if to take your hand, but he pauses just before his fingers can touch yours and withdraws, seemingly thinking better of it.

"A long time ago, before I came to serve the Young Master, I used to travel through the realms freely. Sometimes even through space and time. I never thought to think twice about the feelings of others I met along the way…nor in how my actions may or may not affect them."

Yes, his life back then — a life without consequences, or so he'd thought. Pop a portal here, twist a timeline there, and it was as though he'd never been there at all. Back then, it was nothing more to him than a trivial use of his power, and who was anyone to tell such a powerful demon not to do as he liked?

Well, you, for one. That's always been something charmingly strange about you — your willingness to throw yourself in harm's way and assert your opinion of how those as powerful as those demon brothers should act, even before you had made your pacts with them.

You tilt your head questioningly at him, waiting for him to continue, and he pulls back to himself, putting on a simple smile to reassure you.

"It was that mindset that led to me making a terrible mistake. One that…ended up having a great effect on the lives of Solomon and the Young Master."

He goes quiet again, remembering the moment he'd realized what he'd done — the desperate tremble in the young prince's voice, the lonely tears in his little eyes as he begged his one rare visitor to stay with him at the castle. He'd been too young to understand that Barbatos himself was the reason he lived that way.

If he were to find out now, of course, Barbatos fears how things would change. Diavolo is too just to allow Barbatos to assign himself this penitence forever, even if he did genuinely take joy in keeping himself by the royal's side. He didn't mind never using his powers without explicit instruction from his master; it had been his own suggestion. And was it so bad to chain himself, really, if he'd placed the shackles upon himself?

He'd tasted enough freedom to come to regret it.

"What kind of effect?" you prod, pulling him back to the present again with a tug on his hands, which he'd apparently placed over yours after all while lost in his thoughts.

He frowns and sits back abruptly. "I am not able to tell you the details of that yet," he snaps, immediately regretting how harsh the words come out. He tries again, more gently, "Forgive me for bringing it up. I didn't mean for the conversation to turn this way. It's rare for me to start talking about myself."

After all, it wouldn't do for the past to come back to haunt him. He'd gotten by this long without his secrets coming out; he didn't intend to start revealing them now.

But then, why had he confessed to you even this much?

"Perhaps a part of me just wanted you to understand a little more about myself."

You blush a little bit, bringing another careful smile to his face.

A part of him — just a small part, one he's suppressed for centuries now — thinks of how nice it would be to affect your feelings, your life. To leave some impression of his existence upon you.

Why else would he want you to understand him?

He feels the temptation to tell you on his tongue, in his teeth.

But, no. He'd decided to bury that old self — nailed the coffin shut on it, and wouldn't let it rise again. So that the consequences he'd always escaped wouldn't bury everything he cared about now.

That past must remain secret.

He won't go back to what he's always been.

[kimodraw]

Time lord victorious and time lord not so victorious

[hwanwooyoung]

[210701] M Countdown :: PTT (Paint The Town) :: Yves

[strawglicks]

graham plushie is real

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

[burning-spyce]

hmmmm,.. engaged to my f/o... getting married soon even...

[smuganya]

SPY X FAMILY Episode 1.01: Operation Strix

[ferronickel]

Looking Glasses Page 100

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Next page Monday November 18th (I'm going to be traveling at the time, so there's a small chance of delays)

[jgvfhl]

Uhhhhh......... my hand slipped? Yeah.... yeah... um @cod-dump @totally-not-fandom @worldseer and the reference pic below the cut

[inhuman-obey-me]

75

Thirteen

Thirteen + 75: "Catharsis" - Motionless in White

The dark silhouette casts a long, frightening shadow in the bright light of the window — tendrils of softly curling hair flowing in waves, a slender figure, curving down to the loose fluttering of hanging fabric.

"Are you an angel?"

"Of course not. I'm a reaper." Thirteen shakes her head as she steps forth, trying not to roll her eyes. She gets the question far too often, and she's more than tired of it.

As she steps forward for the old bedridden woman to see better, she sees a mix of emotions cross the frail human's face. There is shock, first. Then confusion, taking in Thirteen's certainly untraditional appearance. Fear, followed by disgust and anger. And then, as it always happens, grief. Deep, despairing grief.

The woman looks ragged, face wrinkled by the pushing and pulling of age.

"You've come to take me, then."

Against her will, a tiny sympathetic part of Thirteen always rises when they do this — and they always do this. Despite humans being defined by their mortality, they never do find themselves truly ready for it when it comes. And no matter how many times she's done this over the thousands of years, it always tugs at her a little more than she'd ever admit. Candy tells her it's best to just do the job without interaction, to just collect the souls and go. But Thirteen thinks that's stupid. She's always preferred the rhythm of rebellion, and doing things her own way.

Her voice softens. "I'm not your enemy. But it is time."

"Will it hurt?"

"Not for much longer. Not the way it hurts here." Thirteen gives the woman a reassuring smile, putting a hand on her hip, the narrow slits of her pupils focused on pulling out the shining essence of the woman as she works. She is drawing the old woman's soul out already, but she doesn't need to know that. It's better for them when they don't realize it. So she keeps talking to hold onto the woman's attention. "It's a place of peace, away from all the noise. A place where you can feel completed. All that you always needed."

The human trappings of the soul fall away as it emerges, emotions and memories sliding off like rainfall until it shines alone, cleansed of its earthly existence.

What remains reminds her of aventurine — an interlacing web of sparkling facets threading through a green as deep as the ocean floor. As the breaths stop in the body below, the last of her life courses across the shimmering shape, a rippling light the texture of crashing waves sweeping over each surface inside, twisting it all up into a small sphere that floats easily into the reaper's hand. A flick of her scythe-charmed bracelet sends it on to the realm where it belongs.

Huffing with satisfaction at another job done, Thirteen pulls out her reaper's list and marks the woman's name off, chewing the tip of the pen as she skims over the rest of the names again. That's the last one for the day, which means…it's time to blow off a little post-work steam.

She smiles to herself as she whips out her D.D.D. to shoot off a quick message to her favorite apprentice sorcerer:

"Hey, are you free now? I feel like going shopping, so let's get Mephisto to carry our bags and hit Black Cat Market! Meet you there?"