#make up city song

[mitjalovse]

Could I be understood as a musical solipsist in my discussions about the musicians that play jazz fusion as I only focus on the idiom on Western scenes? Yes, one could claim this does show my lack of perspective, since the genre appears all over the world. Japan, for instance, has many musicians in the vein. One could claim jazz fusion there served as a key ingredient for city pop, though that is an interesting story many might disagree with, but let us leave this talk for another post. To go back to our point – Casiopea shines as a great example of jazz fusion from Japan, since the group has a different viewpoint on the brand thank their Western counterparts. They serve their own sonic situations in the tone we look into.

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cannot Unsee. Cannot Unknow.

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[talos-stims]

tamari [qualia automata] stimboard with this specific combo of shades of green-brown bc i kept seeing gifs that reminded me of him

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[deadrocks]

I’m excited to subvert the “good drow players are all just Drizzt superfans” thing by making a good drow that is herself a Drizzt superfan.

[crippling-pages]

*that one moment in Nightfall* Biana: Tam you should ditch the shirt for this *smirky smirk* Tam: What?? No way! I'll get cold! >:0

[wifiwuxians]

zodiac AU with my bestie sugarapplebaby as always... song lan as a tigertaur has me in a chokehold lol

they're a mix of chinese & western for funsies so we did sagittarius+tiger, aquarius+rabbit, leo+dragon and taurus+horse!

[oceanbluuu]

Serene and gentle as the midnight breeze,

The beauty of Yi Cheng 💫

xxc this, xxc that… well, yes. But may I present to all of u xxc with dimples !

Like people probably have done a lot of this before but why haven’t I thought of it earlier 😭💔

Close up shot under the cut btw !

The sweetest man with the sweetest smile 🤲

[mothmanavenue]

you were the one that i loved you were the one that i loved! don’t need another metaphor it’s simple enough!

[duusheen]

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[robinfollies]

PLANETARIUM ANIMATIC BBYYY!!!! ✨💫☄️

[ 🎵 glass beach - planetarium ]

[winepresswrath]

MXTX MC conflicts go:

Yi City: my boyfriend thinks I am a prolific murderer and specifically murdered a bunch of people his bff loves to get back at him. also that I tricked him into doing murders with me, for enrichment. I did all those things but did not anticipate having a feeling about his feelings.

Scum Villain: my boyfriend thinks I want to kill him but I don't.

MDZS: my boyfriend thinks I hate him but I don't.

TGCF: my boyfriend doesn't know I exist but I'm worried that once he finds out he's going to find my eyepatch ugly and my cavern of effigies offputting.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not a question, but I love your blog so much. Makes me so happy :) I'm very excited to see the Yi City trio in your style.

We're getting close to the Yi-City arc! In the meantime, have some behind-the-scenes sketches of me trying to figure out their designs!

[fionnaskyborn]

Was tagged by @oceancamp to post my current five favorite songs! (They should invent a stages-of-grief-esque model that encompasses and accurately describes both types of anguish I had to go through making this list - the one of limiting myself to only five songs, and the one of trying to put as little videogame music on here as possible so that I don't end up looking like an absolute goddamn geek, which... I am... Oh well!)

Thank you so much for tagging me - here are the songs!

Heaven Pierce Her - War Without Reason

Tatsuro Yamashita - Love Space

This specific arrangement of Death And Republic + Meet Again

Winger - Junkyard Dog (Tears On Stone)

The Protomen - Light Up The Night

Is it courtesy to tag other people after you've been tagged in a post like this? If that's the case, I'll tag @spiralled-fury, @solradguy, @swamppossum, @five-by-five, @northstarring, @ineedmoredragons and @tbonechessor!

[theogony]

just seal it with a kiss

a/n : the chapters are WRITTEN for a fucking change (sweats before looking at some other fics) but anyway!!! new longest kotlc fic. this was such a hard exercise between swinging between gravitas and stupidity but i think that is simply the duality of man!! also written for @keeper-big-bang-2024 i had so much fun (suffering) (joyful suffering) and shoutout to my AMAZING partners working with them was so fun i love you all sm @that-glasses-dog (specs i ADORE you but you know this already) who's work is here and @lmeiday (lucy it was the first time working tgt but i desperately hope this isn't the last you're so sweet ily <3) who's work is here <3 ok enough yap now for the first chapter~

Before he can spiral too hard, he glances up, squinting into the jagged rock pile a few metres away- And for the second time in two minutes, he has his breath taken away - this time by the most breathtaking man he's ever seen, muttering something from his horizontal position, pale skin flushed pink from the light chill, eyelids fluttering gently in the breeze.  Dimly, he realises something else- -that the man is completely fucking naked.

Or; Burned out artist Keefe Sencen runs away to a different beach, gets a husband, treats wounds, discovers mythical creatures are real and falls back in love with life. Not necessarily in that order.

As with all things that involve Keefe, it starts off pretty normally. Standing in the middle of an airport in god knows nowhere with a half empty suitcase, hair tousled by the breeze, getting yelled at by Sophie through his phone’s tinny speakers…

-What the fuck do you mean you just??? Upped?? And ran away?? With your paint brushes??? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK ANYTHING???-

-Or maybe not exactly normal. Such is the life of an underpaid artist, he supposes. 

It takes him a few more minutes, between precariously clamping down on his phone as he pulls out a large map, only to drop it back in after realising it’s been covered by nasty yellow paint that he’ll have to check on later, and then hobbling his way forward after he nearly runs a suitcase wheel over his toe. 

It’s only then he realises he’s made a grave mistake, given the phone has gone deathly quiet in anticipation of a response. 

Keefe holds his breath. Waits for the whirring of the AC to somehow get stronger. Counts to three-

-and successfully anticipate the almost inhumane shriek and litany of curses that next come from his phone. 

“Did you not even bother to fucking pay attention, you fucking-”

Before he can attract too many weird stares (or get deported before he even sets foot outside the airport), he hurriedly hits mute and grabs the handle of his suitcase, dragging it to the nearest pleater seat which has probably seen better days, from the way exposed foam lines the edges of the seats. 

A metaphor for humanity. Or a metaphor for something disused?, he muses, before sighing and answering the phone. 

“I’ll be fine, yes I know how to cook, I’m staying in one of Dad’s old flats that he’s probably forgotten about judging from the fact that it’s keys and deeds were left in a box in the attic, and even if I’ve forgotten something there’s a convenience store close enough where I can buy anything.” 

A beat of silence, before Sophie sighs, tired. Keefe rubs his eyes absent-mindedly, before drawing his hands through the sloppily bunched up hair. I’m tired too, he thinks, the stray thought dissolving as soon as it comes. It’s not a competition, he reminds himself. But even his argument sounds half-hearted. 

“It’s just.. It’s so sudden. Couldn’t you, schedule it? Maybe, plan something and not just… up your art studio one month before your second ever exhibition and leave?” 

"I didn't want to plan," Keefe admits blandly. He shrugs, despite knowing Sophie cannot see him. His gaze shifts beyond towards the window, where a suitcase has dropped from one of the small luggage cars.  "I need a break."

"I understand," Sophie offers gently. "And I want you to take a break, I just - you didn't give me- hell, you didn’t give Bi, or Fitz any notice?"

Keefe privately thinks someone should have spotted the warning signs, but he does not say so. Mostly because he didn't see them till his fingers ached when he picked up a brush, till the only thing he felt when looking at a canvas was horror-

read the rest on ao3 here!

[crippling-pages]

remember the musician/band mash up tour thingy I made a post about a while ago? well I though of a band name for Keefe, Dex, and fitz

Triple AAA

it makes almost no sense but its funny and they (Keefe Dex and Fitz) would like it because its funny but are they legally allowed to name themselves that if the question