#hnk playlist

[thedevilprobs]

Promoting my HNK playlists that have my own cover art 👉👈

Weird HNK playlist

Apr 25

Full body full render (character) illustration

Houseki no Kuni fanart

[slowpokecurry]

[teddythegray]

CALLING ALL THE HNK GAYS

I'm trying to make an Aculeatus playlist bc idc if he had 30 seconds of screentime I LOVE HIM. But I can't figure out that many songs to put in there. Y'all mind recommending me some songs pls? Ty!! Also, I have this for now:

[tama1313]

Soooo... New hyperfixation = New Spotify playlist dedicate to it!

This time is for Houseki No Kuni!

I put both songs that fit the plot and songs that fit the characters (feel free to ask me which character I assigned which song, but also know that I gave a lot of songs to Phos)

[thedevilprobs]

CairnPhos playlist I'm working on hehe

Recommend me some other songs and I might add them, can be from anywhere in the their relationship tbh :3

Cover art mine (@thedevil-probs-art )

[claudkotouwu]

I made silly HNK stuff once again

Sorry I haven’t posted for a caliente minute. I'm a big stupid and forget that I, as an artist, and internet user, gotta post on more places other that Tiktok and Twitter.

To make it up to everyone, Imma post a collection to of my stupid Youtube thumbnail pieces I made for 2 months for a weekly series I made called HokutoMania. Tis a series I did last year as well where I make HNK characters fight in WWE 2k23. Why? But why not. It's stupid. It's funny. More HNK content, what more can one ask for?

This year's Hokutomania was themed around the HNK ladies and whichever crossover that had ladies included.

Anyways, here's the link to HokutoMania 2024 if y'all interested: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB7kSuAPuTJJkj0r0BJA6OEe35K3vNJl3

HokutoMania 2023: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB7kSuAPuTJJ9NPsLxpNoW1BhsdciOBqi

And now for all my cringe thumbnail art.... Enjoy!:

[times-of-drought]

Happy storyteller Saturday!! What's your favourite part of character building? Feel free to gush about your OC's, I'd love to know about them

Hello! Happy STS!

Honestly, I absolutely love making playlists. Quite a bit of character development happens through playlists for me akxnsksjsj

I basically have at least one playlist for each character in times of drought, at least 3 playlists for AU stuff and two playlists for relations (nobody x nameless, shattered x scourge) and some others dkksks. I also have one general playlist for szekh society, one with 1-3 songs for each god and one for the mc of my current wip and one for a ship of 2 gods, I also have a general, chronological playlist for firstborn.prince. I also have playlists for my ttrpg characters, like 11 of them (taken liberally, bc one of my characters has 3. One for the human, one for an nhp thats placed in his body and one for the original nhp (the nhp in his body is a copied version of the og nhp). Quite a number of playlists, and I still have some I made for specific media (HnK, a book The Brotherhood of Mutilation, two for a LoL ship dksnsj).

All in all, making playlists makes me feel very connected to the characters, I tend to imagine a lot of events hapenning to music in the playlists animatic-style.

Recently, the most of my character building was filling out a doc with descriptions of each god in one of my settings. I have found it really fun to determine stuff like how they act in relation to mortals, how they manifest, what are their relations with other gods, stuff like that. Really fun >:))) I love my excel spreadsheet of their traitss ♡

I really, really like making aus of my characters, be it a crossover with some existing media, or just an in-universe au, it allows me to put the characters in situations they would never find themselves naturally. This allows me to delve deeper into their personalities :^)))

[admiramethyst]

I’m getting really tempted to make some HNK playlists 👀👀👀

i wish 8tracks was still popular, cause that’s where I used to post all of my playlists. i guess if I make any I’ll do YouTube videos? that seems like the popular thing now

[mieowkoid09]

I couldnt stop thinking of this so i made a playlist. Damn you.

something something about it being poetic that Phosphophyllite goes to the moon while Cinnabar is always walking by the sea. Celestial motif vs ocean motif. how they’re irrevocably drawn to each others while destined to never truly meet each other as they are. that Cinnabar’s below Phosphophyllite and no matter how much Phos may want to drag them up, Cinnabar’s stuck down on earth. but. the moon reflect itself on the surface of the water. the moon shapes the tide. something something

[busyfish]

20, 25, and 27 for the soft ask!

20 what i want most in the world rn is to be able to be around the people i care about irl. it's nice knowing people by their voice and seeing a photo of them here and there but it'd be nice to be in the same space. i'm looking forward to that the most.

i answered the other 2 before but here they are

25 a playlist tbh any music as a gift feels amazing.

27 omg this is so hard uhhhh i mean rn i want to be pre everything going horribly phos from HNK

[magdalenepie]

every song by the hush sound is literally a phos song im not even kidding

[glyceriiin]

u knew mitski had to be on this

Post-moon Phos playlist!!

im still adding onto it, and feel free to suggest any songs !

[thedevilprobs]

Promoting my HNK playlists bcs I'm too much into this gay rocks

Ask me about it pls

Weird HNK playlist

full render full body illustration of manga Land of the lustruos character/s

[bioswear]

I made a Houseki no Kuni Playlist 💎

[asamlambung]

tagged by @tallemy​ <3 thanks!!!

rules: list ten songs you’ve been listening to a lot lately and tag ten people!

1. ずっ��真夜中でいいのに。-  蹴っ飛ばした毛布 2. sasakure. UK x メゾネットメゾン - ムーア 3. Wind Ark - 懐中道標 (the very good hnk amv that i found this song from) 4. Yorushika - Rain with Cappuccino 5. 2 Mello - Mirror Temple (Mirror Magic Mix) 6. Mikito-P - 少女ふぜゐ  (影縫 英 cover) 7. Badkid - Citylove(red) 8. はるまきごはん - 約束 9. りぶ - リア 10. キタニタツヤ - Sad Girl

im just gonna tag whoever wants to be tagged bc im kinda tired right now.

[houseki-no-suffering]

Heal

So, @rinboz has been feeding me Hozier songs lately. while i cant say im fully converted to the irish jesus’ gospel, im definitely digging the angst and that’s how this little oneshot was born.

It features broke Phos and Shinsha moving in together, Phos struggling with phantom pain and new prosthetics and a lot of fluff. Hope you’ll like it!

word count: 1352 notes: Cinnaphos, human AU, hurt/comfort

Phos could hear the clattering of plates and mugs coming from the kitchen, where Cinnabar had disappeared no less than ten minutes ago with a promise of coffee.

By the number of curses, Phos wagered that Shinsha was fighting against some ancient metallic dragon that went by the name ‘unpacking’— and that they were currently losing.

Phos would offer some help, but they knew they would be kicked out of the room without a second word.

So they took in a breath, ignoring the electrical feeling of small, shooting lightning bolts that was beginning to creep up the arms they no longer had. They focused on the guitar. They held it closer to their chest using their shoulders, hovering over it. Hugging things, they were finding, was the way to go with prosthetics.

With pursed lips, Phos let their right thumb brush tentatively across the strings, ignoring the pain. It was almost funny; their hand was of the same material of a very fancy pick.

The music came out in awkward waves, overlapping with the metallic clang of pots and the distinctive sound of cutlery being launched into the sink.

Phos focused again, trying to count the time with their foot.

Their phantom fingers burned as if they had been running across the strings for hours, and it did feel like running, like Phos was chasing after the beats but their body just wouldn’t respond. They felt their hands move at the right time, if they closed their eyes Phos could even see them, but the sound that came out of the guitar never matched. The strumming was either too slow or too fast, tinny, Phos’ hand stumbling, falling at the end of each repetition like dead weight.

Phos clenched their fist, grumbling when their fingers managed to curl on themselves only after the frustration had begun to dissolve.

Their fretting hand hurt around the neck of the guitar, and its angle wasn’t even correct. Their fingers pressed down strings and fret indistinctly, rigid, impossibly slow. They wouldn’t keep up with Phos’ commands and Phos felt like their head was about to explode from the strain.

Phos swallowed a lump of anxiety.

They could do this. It had barely been a couple of months, these things took time. Hell, they could hold a guitar at least. They were technically hugging it with what little remained of their upper arms, true, but it had to count for something.

They tried humming the chorus, halving the time, waiting for their fingers to press down a string, then the other, quivering over the length of the neck until they had a full chord. They strummed again. It sounded horrible. 

They considered blaming it on the instrument, but it would still be Phos’ fault: there was no way they would be able to tune it, not now.

Holding their breath, Phos stumbled their hand over the strings again, and again, trying to at least have it move in unison with their frustration when it wouldn’t with the music. A dead lump of carbon fibers, foreign, cold, lagging, weighing Phos down, mocking them— and yet their wrist hurt as if it was being twisted and stabbed, their fingers bleeding from burst blisters, throbbing with pain from the thousands of notes Phos was not playing. Their shoulders were sore already and they hadn’t even finished a single stanza.

Phos’ vision was becoming blurred. They gulped down again, their chest tight.

Suddenly, they felt the warmth of lips kissing the top of their head and a pair of arms hugging them from behind.

“This sucks,” Phos breathed out, almost laughing when they realized the hoarseness of their own voice. They wanted to wipe their eyes, but if they let go of the guitar it would again take them ten minutes to position it correctly.

“I can’t even play a chord,” it came out as dull as Phos wanted it to sound.

“I know,” Cinnabar mumbled against their back.

They held Phos tighter, running their fingers in soft circles around Phos’ shoulders, caressing their arms, gliding over scars. They placed another kiss on Phos’ shoulder, just slightly above the point where skin and metal met, then on their cheek. “It’s gonna be okay,” they said.

Phos sniffled, releasing some tension from their back. “Yeah,” they mumbled, trying to convince themselves.

Cinnabar shifted, unwrapping their arms from Phos’ back. Phos regretted the lack of warmth until Cinnabar joined them on the couch, nestling between Phos and their guitar. They leaned their head on Phos, caressing their fingers with rapt interest.

“I can’t play,” Cinnabar mumbled eventually, “have no idea what a chord looks like. You’re still better than me?”

Phos scoffed, but couldn’t find enough heart to come up with a reply.

The seconds began to stretch again, until Cinnabar, with the playfulness of a cat, entwined their fingers with Phos’ and started tapping their laced hands against the guitar body.

“What are you doing?” Phos asked.

“Music.”

“What about coffee?”

“Shush, I’m onto something,” Cinnabar said before slamming their hands against the wood with a little more force.

“Ouch,” Phos flinched, “that hurt,” and it did, even if it shouldn't have.   

“Sorry.”

Cinnabar stopped, running their thumb over Phos’ prosthetic hand as if lost in thought. Then they brought it to their lips, kissing it better.

“Here,” they said, “You’re a big baby,”

“You knew that already.”

“Yes,” Cinnabar admitted, “Guess I have a thing for idiots.”

“Oof.”

With a soft hum, Cinnabar snuggled closer to Phos, resuming their tapping. They seemed to have found some sort of rhythm, a sharp cadence, dense with pauses, that Cinnabar accompanied with a low humming.

Phos recognized the song a second before Cinnabar started mumbling the words. They tried to follow, tapping their other hand on the neck of the guitar and finding that, despite the pain, they could keep up with the some of the beats.

“Lay me gently in the cold dark earth,” Cinnabar mumbled.

“No grave… can hold my body down,” Phos followed, tapping against the wood.

“I’ll crawl home to her... hmm-m. Hmm-m.”

“You forgot the rest of the song,” Phos wagered.

Cinnabar pouted.

“No.”

Phos’ free hand moved on its own accord and went to poke Shinsha’s cheek.

There was no way Cinnabar didn’t see it coming, with the fatigued seconds it took Phos’ fingers to curl up and for the index to stretch. And yet Cinnabar didn’t move, nor did they make any comment about Phos’ hand being too cold or lacking grace.

“Kitty,” Phos said.

“‘M not.”

“You’re pouting again.”

“‘M not.”

Phos chuckled, kissing Cinnabar’s forehead

“Thanks,” they mumbled.

Cinnabar turned their head ever so slightly, enough to catch Phos’ lips in a soft kiss.

“Anytime,” they smiled, and then they picked up the guitar from Phos’ hands and placed it on the floor so they could snuggle closer, hugging Phos’ chest.

Phos rested their head on top of Cinnabar’s, lost in the moment. They gazed lazily at the room with half-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of used cardboard boxes and bare walls as if seeing them for the first time.

A house. A home. It smelled of cheap paint, old wood, burnt coffee, it smelled of Cinnabar.

There was something scary about beginnings, even for someone who thrived in novelty like Phos, and yet here they were. But it would be okay. They could still feel Cinnabar’s arms around their chest, feel their warmth, smell the unusual presence of shampoo on their hair. That hadn’t changed. It would be okay, eventually. Phos could relearn to play and to write and to do other things. And maybe it wouldn’t work out, but they could pick up new things to learn. Maybe the drums. Cinnabar would definitely love the noise.

“Shinsha?”

“Mh?” Cinnabar mumbled against their chest.

“Is it burnt coffee I smell?”

Cinnabar groaned, furrowing their brows.

“Let it burn.”

Phos chuckled, holding Cinnabar closer. They hoped they would still have a kitchen after a week of Cinnabar cooking their meals, but to hell with that. They could always beg Dia for food.