#festival millenni

[juliancallejo]

Julia Holter.

Festival Millenni. Shoko, Madrid. 20 de noviembre de 2024, 21:00.

Julia Holter ha estado apareciendo y desapareciendo de mi discoteca y de mi memoria varias veces. La he ido redescubriendo y siempre me he preguntado a qué viene olvidar las cosas buenas. Pero hay demasiada música que disfrutar, y poco tiempo para existir. Por eso tiene esa cualidad de desconocida recurrente, que siempre reaparece como una sorpresa luminosa, un juguete eternamente nuevo que abrazar frenético y entusiasmado.

Escucharla en directo tiene mucho de frustrante, su música incita a los ojos cerrados y el cuerpo liviano, a estar solo y dejarse llevar. Demasiado para una sala llena de gente, a pesar de estar fuera de la multitud, como el que espera cerca de la salida a escapar primero. Sus canciones, a pesar de todo, cuando quieren son como escuchar una banda de culto de la década de los 80, de esas que dejaban entre el frenesí y la pose. Y yo me estoy conteniendo, para no caer en ninguno de los agujeros emocionales a los que, intuyo, podría arrastrarme. Otro yo, todavía latente, hubiera sufrido mucho esta noche. 

La conclusión, demasiado precipitada, es que sus canciones están pensadas desde los sueños y hechas para los sueños. Abre puertas que no tenemos claro si debemos atravesar, si hemos sido invitados o si encontraremos lo que queremos, o lo que tememos. Pero tranquilas. Podemos elegir entre lo ligero o lo dramático. Entre el balanceo, o la caída. En los sueños, basta con chascar los dedos y despertar.

Alguien me ha preguntado si vengo de algún medio. Ha pasado un chico que me ha mirado como si me conociera; lo llevaban a la calle porque se estaba encontrando mal. Me he quedado pensando si su mirada era de socorro, de vergüenza o de confusión. Desde este rincón algo comienza a parecer ese sueño que se supone que, hemos venido a esquivar. Julia se ha tornado incisiva e inquietante. La sala estalla en aplausos y alguna botella cae al suelo. Una mujer bosteza y yo pienso que qué bien estar aquí.

Me estoy acordando todo el rato del directo que grabó John Cale para Antártida. Una luz similar, unos sentimientos parecidos, un purgatorio azul que anuncia el giro final, la batalla. Y, unas canciones igual de buenas.  Y un bis que parece invocar la música de Cale, aunque estalla en una euforia que no esperábamos. Quizás todo aquello se quedó agazapado y me costó dormir anoche. Quizás todo está en mi cabeza y me lo he inventado. Ahora, a la mañana siguiente, lo único que brilla es el juguete nuevo: la música de Julia Holter. Escuchad Loud City Song y Something in the Room she Moves, y su disco en directo, In the Same Room, leed sus letras. Descubridla, olvidadla y encontradla de nuevo. Hay que abrir regalos como si fuéramos niños. Al final, serán pocos, demasiado pocos.

John Cale, en Antártida, de Manuel Huerga. La película que menciono en el texto.

[ellcrys]

the killers set at boston calling was SO GOOD 😭😭😭

[clophie]

i just did 3 15 hour market days in a row i am a BEAST

[hidemiwoods]

Japanese Millennials

A big open-air rock festival is held annually every summer in the small town where I live that is enclosed by mountains. More than ten times as many people as the town’s population visit during the few days of the festival. People all over the country and even from overseas fill up the train station that is usually inactive and quiet. In front of it, an endlessly long line is formed in the heat…

[berriblossom]

Oh, Great Divine!

☆| It's time for a SAGAU, more so a comforting one. Reader's gender is ambiguous and gender neutral, archons adore reader, in this sense the Nahida tag is platonic!|

☆ Tags/warnings! | Socially Aware Genshin AU, archons and people of Teyvat treat the reader as a god or heavenly figure, religious references (cathedral of Mondstat and Narukami/ Sangonomiya Shrines of Inazuma) some minor lore for reader, Reader is referred to as "Their Grace" or "My/Your Grace" and "The Great Divine" ALL PORTRAYALS ARE FICTIONAL!! anyway, enjoy.|

Within the lands or nations of Teyvat, for centuries the practice of worshipping an Archon was beyond common, more so for those who wish not to believe in spiritual practices concerning the gods of each element are more on the rare side to find. However even if such existed, there was one thing to never be doubted within the lands of Teyvat.

The Great Divine's presence over mortals and immortals alike.

The creation of Teyvat in many national mythos credits the sole ideas and creation to the Great Divine. Even the archons and the sources of their celestial names were blessed upon them by their divine grace. Depending on which nation you visit, some may say that their archon is specifically blessed by their grace.

In Mondstat, the nation of wind, song, freedom, wine, and bard's ballads, once every 100 years they celebrate the freedom blessed to them by Barbatos and the Great Divine. A tradition stretching for the last millennial to show the love and deeply routed affection given by its people and archon. Yes, Barbatos, or now the "drunken" bard known as Venti among his people. Every festival of a "New Eve" as they call it, is another 100 years for him to show his affection for his beloved divine. Despite his defiance to Celestia and the natural order placed after your departure, he still fully believes in your care and love for humans and archons alike. To Venti, whispering to the wind like he did with you thousands of years prior, even in his wind-spirit form. You'd sit together where now the great tree at Windrise and speak about the future of Teyvat, something despite having the authority over you simply spoke to him as:

"For what will come, Your nation will prosper and learn the true meaning of freedom and song..."

So to this day, he sits under that tree and thinks of the years since, missing your warmth from curling up in your hands as a wind spirit to laughing and humming beside you in his divine form. He has seen it for the last few hundred years, the art, songs, plays, books, and even food and weapons made in your name, and every hundred years he repeats the same. A small prayer from his soul is whispered into the wind as he tells his deep care and love for his dear grace. And the people of Mondstat no different, all gather at the great Cathedral and warmly sing about the Great Divine and Lord Barbatos as they place to wine, food, and gifts at the altar of your image. When alone Venti will sneak in and sit under your statue, missing the warmth of your hands but relishing the love in your image.

In Liyue, the nation of Geo, contracts, and the adepti, the greats divines are influenced by the first contract Rex Lapis made with them over 7000 years ago, even before Liyue was a fully combined nation. Zhongli remembers the conversation you two had, sharing a simple game of wit and tea. Then he was immature to your influence and power but now he relishes in it. Proudly in his vast historical knowledge, preaching his love and the power the great divine holds. How you could shape the sea with a flick of your wrist, how you've created mountains from your fingertips, how your vast knowledge is spread throughout teyvat as a bible to be studied and read over and over again. But mostly what he and all of Liyue celebrate is the contractable care and affection you give him and the people of Liyue.

This time around Liyue is a time spent every hundred of years a new eve of dawn as it is called, one Zhongli and his fellow adepti never get tired of. A time to give gifts of care to neighbors, friends, and even coworkers in the busy harbor. Even the Northland Bank celebrates by lowering interest on loans!

(But only for this amount of time and by the next New Eve of Dawn the Interest WILL reset)

But mainly it is a way to give worship to the Great Divine and their trust in Rex Lapis and his Adepti to protect and serve Liyue. Everything Zhongli has done was for your gratitude and divine love. So when a New Eve comes, he sits anywhere in Liyue, the mountains, hills, somewhere to overlook the harbor, and enjoys a warm cup of tea. Your favorite while imagining your smile as you talk, the games you'd two play. He watches his disciples and Apeti celebrate with gifts, food, and songs at your altar set around Liyue. He sips his tea and awaits your fated return, happy to share more memories and stories with you.

Within the land of Eternity, formerly transcience, Inazuma's style of celebration differs slightly from some nations. The Grand Narukami Shrine would hold a private ceremony, cleansing the sacred Sakura tree and your statue underneath, barhing the precious stone engravings with crisp clean water. Meanwhile the people if Inazuma would be celebrating on their own occasions, firewroks light into the clear sky, dancing ceremonies at the teahouse fill with guest.

However, the new electro archon herself sits alone at the top of Tebshukaku. Quietly walking down memeory lane in her mind. For the last five centuries of the New Eve of Dawn celebration, she'd sit in her space of Euthymia alone in solitude quietly sulking at the idea of your everlasting figure. How her and Makoto would chat down the lane of inazuma speaking about plans of you, speaking of your visions of the nation of electro, Makoto laughing at how embarrassed Ei used to be around you and your divinity. Now Ei smiles solemnly..

She knows now that she as archon must take the mantle, for in your teachings that it the goal of the heavenly principles you've left. Fated to return, she prays that you'd come to her first. She dreams and imagines in her meditations within her quiet Euthymia that you'd hold her. That her loneliness would be cured indefinitely. But for now she waits, with a plate of dango and some ofdly colored tea, shit eats alone as the fireworks set off atop Narukami island, she whispers a promise to herself and her nation on your honor.

"For it will be fate...my grace...you shall return to us...to eternity...we shall be reunited."

Far off in the lands of eternity, however, the island that formed the resistance sings and dances around the bonfire, the resistance army of Sangonomiya and Watatsumi laugh as they praise the late OmiKami, or the serpent god Orobashi. The fire dances as troops tell stories, shrine maidens sing and laugh, and her priestess sits while holding a book. She smiles softly. Kokomi looks above at the horizon and sees the corpse of their late god, she wishes silently to herself and for her ancestors to below the sea. That once the great spirit of life and forefather of the vishaps would return to bring life to the benevolent serpent. But for now, she sits alongside Gorou as they watch the troops enjoy the holiday.

Within Sumeru, however, and alongside it, Fontaine...the New Eve of Dawn has been on the academic calendar differently, which is how some older nations react. For those in the rainforest, it is a blessing of Lessor Lords Kusanali's birth. For the dessert, it is the bringing of a new promise for the scarlet sand kings doubted return. Within the nation of dendro, it is a holiday of now academic activities, no scholars shrouded in work, but a day off. The people worship by their own will and sit in taverns, bars, and cafes to drink mereily while chatting with friends. Some visit your altar within the Akademiya, and others pray at home.

Nahida sits on a branch of the great tree that houses the knowledge many wish to obtain, in her hands an ancient seed of fate, she herself has no memory or knowledge of where it came but holds ot and teasures its existence. For she has a kindling that it is tied to this divine spirit that is expected to awaken. From her small conversation with Apep, the seed is treasured. Hence, she holds it and feeds the growing plant bits of dendro elemental energy. She sighs as she watches the sun set and the cheers from the streets and grand bazars performances. Nilou must be dancing now, she thinks. She hums a small song while kicking her feet, her hands warm with caution. She may not know you yet, but she knows already... Your spirit and divine will watch for her and her nation. The goddess of wisdom has many questions for the great creator of this world, but for now, she just hums and sits happily, a great birthday gift indeed.

Meanwhile, in Fontaine, similarly, it is deemed a weekend off of work. Many go home, some go to the Opera to catch performances of the holiday, others read tabloids of the steambird that some random person in the court has the great divine in their basment all along. All fiction truthfully. Furina reads her book as she makes another plate of pasta macaroni. For the occasion, she bought extra special ragau to taste amazing. She dances around her kitchen listening to soft music. For years her mind would have doubted and even hated this day, anxious fears of disappointment and disapproval looks from her days as stabding archon. Would you have hated her? Did you think she failed fontaine and you? Was her a cursed human taking title of archon an insult to you? Furina had nightmares even of the prohecy and your return to see fontaine gone and underwater. But now, as the prophecy and fontaine were safe and out of fear, she ate and asked a good question this new century.

"What kind of pasta would their grace like..."

Soft rainfall drops onto the steps of the Palais Mermonia, the evening rain was forcasfed but welcomed, Neuvillette wrote on the papers softly, agreeing to a few celebratory events the Opera wanted to hold. Usually Lady Furina would be jumping for the task but here he was. Dread builded in his soul. This time of year brought many pains to Neuvillette.

A new century meant a new set of hundreds of years he gets to oulive humans, melusines maybe, but also the clock inches closer and closer to your return. Neuvillette spent early years of his lofe researching and discovering his species and kind for decades. Figuring that if you are the forefather and creator of vishaps and the sovereignty. Why was so many things done the way they were? Why ddi the power the gnosis and archons hold come from them? Why can't he understand your implications, even such his ancestors didn't wish to think against? What power do you hold and how did aid Fontaine in the end? He knew Focalor and Egeria spoke to you, even asking for forgiveness before your departure, so why? Neuvillette, places his pen downs and stands to look out the window of his office to look down at the streets of the Court of Fontaine, a glass of crisp water swirls in his hand. He sips slowly and sighs, coming to think.

"In this new century...please with it, may you come along too my grace."

In the nation of fire, victory, war and passion, raors could be heard from the stadium of flames as people of different tribes shouted and cheered the competitions down below. Surfing races, climbing achievements, conbat bouts, even break dancing competitions held. Mavuika sits at her throne above as her people cheer and celebrate, raising glasses, foods, gifts, and money even in your image. She slips away from the fesitivites to be alone in the speakers chambers, past the sacred flame, and into her personal get-away. Now empty, she stares at the famous wheel of the sun, Natlan has held for centuries, the same you blessed the first pyro archon with, as their rules of ruilibg were left in your favor. She smiles as she too holds her head high, similar to her ancestors before her.

She remebers before she was even archon, how her parents would tell stories of the Great divines influence, love, and power. That the spirit of victory belongs to the pyro archon yes, but the strength was given by you as well. She remembered your fave engraved in ancients temples and stones around Natlan and now some statues around the lands too. She knows too well her nation is blessed by your, not only for the peoples cheers and vitcories but the long-lasting stay they've had against the threat of the abyss thus far. Maybe when you return and ward off the abyssal threats for good, she top could ask something of you...for that she won't know until she sees you herself.

"Until we meet my grace...may your memeory burn eternal.. and your power live within my people."

-> Did i go overboard, yes...but eh...hoped you enjoy, and also i may make a small series out of this..who knows..

[katakaluptastrophy]

I've seen a couple discussions recently on when John was born.

He attended a music festival that ended in 2014. His taste in memes suggests he knows the correct answer to receiving a compliment about his shoelaces. Millennial? Gen z?

He played with a doll that used to belong to his mother that was released in 1992. The population sits at a level the UN estimates we won't reach until the 2050s. Gen alpha?

I feel the thing that we're all overlooking here is his casual mention of the fact that they're building a shell world around Uranus. That's not something we'll be doing by the 2050s. That is wild, far-future high tech sci fi.

John seems to be intended to feel vaguely adjacent to being a millennial, but I think that's much more about allowing us to picture a sort of guy we probably have all encountered. But I don't think he's necessarily meant to exist in our timeline...

[pyxiehollowinside]

What ethnicities/nationalities I think the lads boys are:

Xavier: If he wasn’t from Philos he’d be Wasian (only way to explain the blue eyes) specifically Millennial (considering it takes place in the future) Chinese + Japanese mom and Millennial weeb dad who met in college. If he hadn’t been named Xavier he would have been named after Harry Potter or an anime or sm

Sylus: Asian-Italian

Zayne: Fully a stereotypical Asian but specifically Korean + Chinese

Caleb: American. Maybe some small percentage of Chinese bc of the game’s setting but my bro is fully Americanized. His birth parents were probably from New York or Boston or smth. He gives East Coast vibes. He grew up Jewish too

Rafayel: Ik he’s a lemurian but he gives French and Greek vibes maybe even some Danish in there but I feel like the waters he lived in the most were Greek waters. He ended up in China because he was seeking inspiration from the lunar new years festivals for his art and ended up finding MC so he settled in and made a name for himself there.

[mariacallous]

Offal, aka organ meats, are about to make a comeback. Yes, I predict that brains, livers, spleens, tongues and testicles will feature heavily on the menus of Israel’s (and the diaspora’s Jewish/Israeli-style) hottest eateries by this time next year — if they aren’t already. Why? Because young chefs are increasingly inspired by traditional Jewish dishes, driving a return-to-roots style of cooking. And these old-school classics are notably innard-heavy.

Offal is an oxymoron; it’s both a poor-person food, which is why it was so popular in the shtetl, and a celebratory food, eaten on Shabbat and festivals. Many Sephardic cultures consider it a delicacy. Read on and decide for yourself.

Let’s start with an old Ashkenazi classic: chopped liver. While for me, it will always be in style, many of my contemporaries don’t feel the same. Luckily, young Jewish chefs have already set their sights on it, and may well have the power to convert millennial diners. Take Anthony Rose’s recipe in “The Last Schmaltz,” which sears the livers, then deglazes the pan with arak before blending, serving the chopped liver with thyme-scented caramelized onions.

Another well-known offal dish is the Jerusalem mixed grill. Made with chicken giblets and lamb parts, and seasoned with onion, garlic, black pepper, cumin, turmeric and coriander, this classic street food is believed to have originated sometime between 1960-1970 at one of two (now feuding) restaurants in Jerusalem’s Machaneh Yehuda Market. While the Jerusalem grill is far younger than most Jewish offal dishes, it originated in a similar way: Butchers had a surplus of unwanted offal so they sold it off cheaply, then some savvy chefs turned the offal into a desirable dish. The mixed grill was one of the first offal dishes to receive multiple modern makeovers. At his restaurant Rovi, Yotam Ottolenghi adds baharat onions and pickles, while Michael Solomonov included a Jerusalem grill-Southern dirty rice hybrid in “Israeli Soul.“

Of course, this is not the first dish based around grilled offal; Tunisian Jews liked to throw a selection of lamb or veal innards onto the grill, which they called mechoui d’abats, and Baghdadi Jews sought a similar smokiness, which they achieved by cooking chicken livers on the tandoor.

Roman Jews preferred their offal battered and fried, rather than grilled. Few know that their famed carciofi alla giudia (deep-fried artichokes) was often served alongside fried sweetbreads, livers, and — most notably — brains. North Africa’s Sephardi communities loved their brains, too, commonly serving them in an omelet called a meguina or menina on festive occasions. Meir Adoni referenced this love in his brain fricassee — a North African-French fusion dish of veal brains inside a croissant with harissa and preserved lemon — at his New York restaurant Nur.

Offal was also commonly used to add a depth of flavor to a soup or stew. Yemenite Jews — one of the few communities who continue to cook traditional offal dishes — make a soup with bulls’ penis and cows’ udders, while Eastern European Jews, particularly of Polish descent, continue to add kishke  — a sausage made of stuffed beef intestine — to their weekly Shabbat cholent. A slow-cooked stew called akod is one of the better-known dishes of Tunisian Jewish cuisine, where tripe flavored with cumin, garlic, harissa and tomato paste is the star of the show. Moroccan Jews eat a similar dish on Passover, which ditches the tomato paste but adds liver, heart, and beef dumplings.

Admittedly, there are some offal-based dishes that may find it trickier to stage a comeback. Ptcha – an aspic that reached its height of popularity in shtetl-era Ashkenazi communities — is arguably top of the list. However, it’s not without hope; ptcha was actually born in Turkey in the 14th century as a peasant soup made with lamb’s feet, served hot. This, I’d wager, is a more palatable gateway (it’s basically bone broth) to the Eastern European version, which opts for calves’ feet and allows the soup to cool and set into a jelly, thanks to the gelatin in the hooves.

It only takes one dish to change your view of offal from weird and unappetizing to tasty and versatile. If livers, brains and tripe were good enough for our ancestors, not to mention famed chefs, who are we to turn up our noses? Happy eating!

[louisupdates]

Going by social media, the third edition of the BookMyShow-promoted and produced Lollapalooza India in Mumbai was, according to its Gen Z, Gen X and millennial audience, all about Shawn Mendes or Green Day (for the latter two). While those diagonally opposite acts created some core memories for their fans, there were other artists and bands who defined Lolla 2025 for their faithful followers.

Louies barged to the stage where former One Directioner Louis Tomlinson was performing as soon as the gates opened and seemed to have notably outnumbered those who had planted themselves against the barricades for Green Day.

[whygaia]

this has probably been asked before but I am rereading Nona and I have trouble with the timeline. I feel like most people see John as a millennial (because of the memes) but given the Parachute festival, the Barbie being John's mother's, and John supposedly being 30+ at the moment of the apocalypse, the math ain't mathing... so here's a poll (also this is fiction so who knows, maybe the math shouldn't math at all ? ) please, share this so it can get a bigger pool, thanky <3

[iero]

I think I'd be more jealous of WWWY festival go-ers if My Chem was doing Three Cheers in full and, you know, the whole "This festival is a giant cash grab set on millennials and Gen-Z's nostalgia for emo music and what they think the 'emo' subculture is." thing leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

[respectthepetty]

You're American?!

Anon, this is the expression I feel you had while you wrote that sentence.

Yes. Yes, I am American. What gave it away? Me stating all the time I'm American (rural Southwest, Catholic, bisexual, a slut, Hispanic/Black, a Leo, a vegetarian) or was it the way I spell "colors"?

For an aging millennial who knows better, I actually offer up way too much information in the tags. So . . . fuck it, let me offer up more - I was born in Japan due to America's strategic colonization in over 80 countries (aka my father was in the Air Force), so my first passport has a picture of a week-old me! Whenever I renew my license or fill out any type of legal paperwork, I have to present five documents to prove my American citizenship since I was born in a regular Japanese hospital instead of the one on the American base. When I travel, internationally or domestically, it never fails that I get held up because my passport is American, my place of birth is Japan, and my place of residency is . . . just know people don't realize it's an American state. I travel often, but I think about two years ago, I might have fucked an international criminal at a Canadian music festival because I got held up in the Montreal airport for hours trying to leave and since then, I always have to go to the counter to print out my boarding pass and I always get asked additional questions. Odd, but if the criminal was who I think it was, the sex was worth it.

[districtunrest]

🧃🍄 🥐 ?

thank you <3

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

okay, this is dark, but after 9/11 preschool me drew (according to my mom) a picture of the twin towers smoking and people jumping from them 😶

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favorite ships or pairings

hmmm, I've wrung this one out for all its worth so I'll refrain from more Hayzelle. I am a Haymitch rarepair/multishipper at heart so let me change it up, before SOTR overwrites it:

in a now-deleted fanfic, Mollie Hannigan gets her grumpy yet obliging boyfriend Haymitch to practice a dance with her in the Meadow for a community festival, and they end up accidentally stepping on a huge wasp nest. they're running away, mostly unscathed, until Haymitch decides to call out something quippy to her, trips on a root (he trips over a root again when he's being chased by the squirrel mutts - so he has growing hatred of roots in this fic), and gets stung all over. Mollie gets the nearby goat man to help carry him out of there.

I don't necessarily hold this exact event as a hc but the dynamic between them still feels right. his girl was the go-getter, Haymitch was the "reluctant" tagalong, and they got in and out of trouble together.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

in honor of... whatever's going on with tiktok, this series makes me laugh so hard every time. I saw another update last night (on instagram reels...bc I am a millennial) and I was dying. I love Peggy with her typewriter!

send me an emoji!!

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

予感 [Presentiment] • クロノ・トリガー [Chrono Trigger] • 朝の日ざし [Morning Sunlight] • やすらぎの日々 [Peaceful Days] • みどりの思い出 [Memories of Green] • ガルディア王国千年祭 [Guardia Millennial Fair] • ゴンザレスのお歌 [Gato's Song] • 不思議な出来事 [A Strange Happening] • 風の憧憬 [Wind Scene] • おやすみ [Good Night] • 樹海の神秘 [Secret of the Forest] • 戦い [Battle 1] • ガルディア城 ～勇気と誇り～ [Courage and Pride] • んっ！？ [Huh!?] • マノリア修道院 [Manoria Cathedral] • 道行くものへ祈りを・・・ [A Prayer to the Road that Leads] • 沈黙の光 [Silent Light] • ボス・バトル１ [Boss Battle 1] • カエルのテーマ [Frog's Theme] • ファンファーレ１ [Fanfare 1] • 王国裁判 [Kingdom Trial] • 隠された事実 [The Hidden Truth] • 危機一髪 [A Shot of Crisis] • 荒れ果てた世界 [Ruined World] • 過去の謎 [Mystery of the Past] • 16号廃墟 [Lab 16's Ruin] • 生��る望みをすてた人々 [People Without Hope] • ラヴォスのテーマ [Lavos' Theme] • 世界最期の日 [The Day the World Revived] • 暴走ロボ軍団ジョニー [Robo Gang Johnny] • バイクチェイス [Bike Chase] • ロボのテーマ [Robo's Theme] • 工場跡 [Remains of the Factory] • 戦い2 [Battle 2] • ファンファーレ２ [Fanfare 2] • 時の最果て [Brink of Time] • 愉快なスペッキオ [Delightful Spekkio] • ファンファーレ３ [Fanfare 3] • 地下水道 [Underground Sewer] • ボス・バトル２ [Boss Battle 2] • 原始の山 [Primitive Mountain] • エイラのテーマ [Ayla's Theme] • 風と空と大地のリズム [Rhythm of Wind, Sky, and Earth] • 燃えよ！ボボンガ！ [Burn! Bobonga!] • 魔王城 [Magus' Castle] • 錯乱の旋律 [Confusing Melody] • 魔王決戦 [Battle with Magus] • 歌う山 [Singing Mountain] • ティラン城 [Tyran Castle] • 夜の底にて [At the Bottom of Night] • 時の回廊 [Corridors of Time] • ジール宮殿 [Zeal Palace] • サラのテーマ [Schala's Theme] • 封印の扉 [Sealed Door] • 海底神殿 [Undersea Palace] • クロノとマール ～遠い約束～ [Far Off Promise] • シルバード ～時を渡る翼～ [Wings That Cross Time] • 黒の夢 [Black Omen] • 決意 [Determination] • 世界変革の時 [World Revolution] • ラストバトル [Last Battle] • 星の祝祭 [First Festival of Stars] • エピローグ ～親しき仲間へ～ [Epilogue - To Good Friends] • 遥かなる時の彼方へ [To Far Away Times]

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[windsweptinred]

I don't want to say atypical Millennial couple behavior... But if the perfectly tailored, white matching leather boots fit. 😆

When you and your boyfriend have the same

fashion taste

ear piercing

hair style

love for pets

issues

[quibbs126]

I know you've done this before but can you please maybe make a darkwhip kid, but with the basis that Whipped comes from the Millenial Tree family?

I finally finished her, this lady is Whipped Ganache Cookie

Fun fact, Whipped Ganache was one of the first fankid names I came up with when I first made my list, which was a little before I opened up requests, I just didn’t get requests for darkwhip nor did I have ideas like I did for pureraisin and darklico, but then I finally ended up getting this request, so I could use it

So basically ganache is like this chocolate sauce or icing or filling, it has a lot of uses, and whipped ganache is this whipped version with more cream than chocolate. I picked it because it seemed like whipped cream but chocolate, perfect for darkwhip

The thought occurs to me that maybe chocolate mousse could have worked too (mainly due to my roommate saying whipped ganache reminded her of it), but I like Whipped Ganache. And I can save it for later (but not the other darkwhip kid, and I don’t need a third one)

Whipped ganache:

So this is technically my second time drawing her, with my first attempt only getting as far as the hair sketch. I couldn’t figure out what to do for her outfit, so I just left her for some months until yesterday

But I had a good idea of what to do for the hair (even if I changed it somewhat)

But let’s get to the outfit. Yet again, I didn’t really know what to give her, other than she probably wears dresses. I put her in a hanbok since I was like “I dunno, that’s an outfit she could wear”. And sure it looks fine, but I wasn’t really sure it fit her, specifically with the request of her having some relation to Millennial Tree Cookie, but you know, no one gave me a goddamn answer when I asked (well other than my friend who said keep the hanbok, but she also said she was biased so) so I just had to stick with the hanbok. I’m still not sure it works to be honest. I mean, if she’s going for a formal event/festival in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, sure, but I’m not sure it works as her default. Maybe if I can come up with something better I can make a new design with that, but for now, this is what I have

I’m also not sure about her outfit colors to be honest. I wanted her to have pinks, but I also wanted her to have browns (and also that purple I got that looked neat), and I’m not sure I found the best balance in the end. But I asked my friend and she said “look good” so I kept it

I like the mountain pattern on her hanbok, I got that straight from Dark Choco’s costume

Sorry, I don’t have much to say. I came up with the hair months ago and don’t really remember all the logic other than it being long sort of like Millie and having pearls because Whipped Cream, and I have more complaints about the outfit because I don’t think it fits. But I like everything else about her aside from her outfit

Anyways, character time

So I think I came up with some ideas for her back in July when we were coming back from England, though I soon went on to work on Vanilla Lily/Witch Hazel (and fun fact, I haven’t looked back at those notes until right now as I’m writing this)

So first thing about Whipped Ganache (that I probably should have mentioned in the design section), she is very tall. She isn’t necessarily wide, but she is tall, taller than either of her parents. I just wanted to mention that

But anyways one of her main things is that she has healing magic, which is what she’s supposed to be doing with the flower in the sketch (wasn’t sure how to give off the glowing effect though). But also, while her magic is healing, it’s deadly towards things of dark magic, like what healing magic does to undead things in old games (actually as far as I’m aware that’s only FF7)

I’m remembering now, I think one thing I envisioned with her is her summoning a giant ass laser like what Millennial Tree does in his Skill, and when she fires it, her allies caught in it would be healed while her enemies (presumably made of dark magic) would be harmed

Whipped Ganache is generally a very serene and kind person, has the patience of a saint. I’m not sure she has a breaking point, she probably does but I haven’t thought much on it. She’s very attuned to nature as well, maybe not to the point of being a tree hugger, but enough that she doesn’t like blatant exploitation of it. Also she’d survive very easily by herself in the wild

Another thing about her is that she plays a harp. Not a lyre like what Carol or Lilybell uses, but a full giant harp. I got that from listening to Millennial Tree Cookie’s theme

Anyways, I think that’s about it for her. But also just a note, she’s not the only darkwhip kid I plan to make, it’s just that she doesn’t necessarily follow the same rule of being related to Millennial Tree. I mean she and Whipped Ganache live in the same timeline, they’re sisters, but she doesn’t have much that makes that trait noticeable, so she’ll get her own thing

But yeah, I hope you enjoyed Whipped Ganache