#maybe i'll add more in the future

[readgi]

I'm a person who associates anything and everything with music (thus having thousands of playlists), especially when it comes to characters. I've created characters based solely on a single song that happened to inspire me

So, being my hyperfocus of the moment Trigun (mainly tristamp, the only one I've finished so far) it's normal that I have a small list of songs that remind me of Vash for whatever reason. And I decided to share it cause why the fuck not? Maybe I'm not the only crazy obsessed out there and some people might actually like it

So here are some songs that remind me of Vash the Stampede:

(mostly probably because of the lyrics but I'm too lazy to actually put the reason for them all so just listen and have a wild guess)

Typhoons by Royal Blood

Angel with a shotgun by The Cab

I'll fight by Daughtry

It's alright by Mother Mother

Hope is so far away by Eyeshine

Pocket full of gold, Luck, I'm born to run by American Authors

I bet my life, It's time, Bad liar, Whatever it takes by Imagine Dragons

Kaleidoscope by A Great Big World

Counting stars, Run, Better days by OneRepublic

Pompeii by Bastille

Borderline by Tame Impala

Memories, Maps by Maroon 5

Here we go by WILD

Run boy run by Woodkid

A sky full of stars by Coldplay

Dreams by Phil Beaudreau

Silence by Marshmello and Khalid

High hopes by Panic! At The Disco

Brother by Kodaline

Home by Bebe Rexha, Machine Gun Kelly, and X Ambassadors

Towards the sun by Rihanna

Honorable mention to Drunk-dazed by ENHYPEN and Americano by Lady Gaga just because of the edits on tiktok that I saw and now I can't stop myself from thinking about Vash every time I listen to them

[sea-salt-sticks]

baldr playlist to relax/succumb to the darkness to

[emberunderscore]

I've been deep diving into the symbolism of flowers recently so have my thoughts on what Wither Roses would symbolise in the world of Fable - and other flowers at the end (most of which already exist but I have thoughts anyway)

yeah this is really long btw

to start, wither roses are black roses so first the symbolisms of roses and black roses respectively

Roses (general): love, beauty, royalty, achievement, perfection and secrecy Black Roses: Positive - strength, a triumph over the inevitibility of death Negative - death, mourning, revenge, hatred, sorrow, mystery

Now Wither Roses, I'll do a summary of the meanings then I'll ramble a little bit

Wither Roses: Positive - Familial love, determination, triumph over the inevitability of death, a sign of "get well soon" or "even the worst sickness can be cured", the good nature of destruction, soulbonds and love unseprable by death Negative - Terminal/deadly illness, death itself, loss of a family member/loved one, doomed love

Wither Roses are associated with Soul and Athena. Despite the many negative meanings of black roses, wither roses have many more postive meanings, especially for a deadly flower. The godess Soul's previous state as the Wither is a well known one, and the story is a well told one, the story of Athena, her child, working so hard over so many years to cure her. Thus the familal love and determination meanings. The Wither curse and sickness were both diseases that would've been considered deadly and uncurable until Athena, on both fronts proved that they were not. So the triumph over death and worst sickness can be cured meanings. The get well soon meanings, come from a similar nature. Soulbonds and love unserprable by death go hand in hand as the flower is a symbol of Soul herself, the good nature of destruction as well, Netherum is dead but the story of Soul and them is still told to this day. That Soul calmed them. And with Athena being the vessel of destruction and also a ray of sunshine that meaning has multiple origins.

The meanings of terminal/deadly illnesses is pretty intuitive, the flower coming into contact with the skin can cause death or sickness, one that is very difficult to cure. Death itself, for a similar reason, this also links with it being a variant of a black rose. Loss of a loved one, because Athena lost their mother for a long time and he very nearly died from a similar sickness. Doomed love is less intuitive, but something I've found with flower symbolism is all of them have to include love in some version of the meaning (and familial love is mentioned) but I think doomed love would be a very common interpretation for this flower, since roses are such common symbols of love, and black roses ones of such sorrow, it only makes sense that a black rose with the actual capacity to kill would be a symbol of such a thing as doomed love.

Also I want to mention, despite how most flower meanings are made for when giving flowers to others, wither roses are an exception. They are not commonly given to people as gifts due to their tendancy to cause death. Most of the symbolism comes from stories, poetry, and many other forms of art. A common way to use wither roses in something like a play is to use a black rose and dip the tips of the petals in a dark grey paint and/or to paint the thorns in grey/black. Sometimes though, artists like to leave it amiguious and up to the viewer to decide if the rose is inteded to be a regular black one or a wither rose. Due to this common substitution, sometimes the symbolism of the two similar roses becomes blurred and thought of as interchangable.

To talk a little more about why i chose the meanings, i really like the fact that wither roses symbolise familial love, i've looked at so many flower meanings and almost every single one of them talks about romantic love or some form of love and so few of them talk about plantonic or familial love and its sad to me that those forms of love don't get as much appreciation. There are a few flowers that symbolise love between friends, but if you look in the right places there will be a source that lists romantic love in some way.

If you made it this far, here are the other flowers. Didn't have as many thoughts about these but still some of them

Torchflowers would be a big symbol of rebirth and change (heavily associated with Fenris)

Oxeye Daisies would be known to mean love that lasts beyond death, due to the nature of Centross and Fenris' relationship

Blue Orchids (specifically after Icarus gets back) would become associated with family (unconventional ones specifically, with half or steps siblings and divorced/unmarried/remarried parents), and forgetting/remembering a loved one

Sunflowers become a symbol of home - being lost/finding your way home. Follow the sunflowers becomes a common phrase meaning to follow your heart and you will always find home and memory/rememberance of loved ones. Or a way to say "I will never forget you"

And a bonus not related to flowers, I think Athena would be an icon for disabled people like how Hephastus is, maybe Alliums are too because of their association with her

[piningpercussionist]

I don't think I ever posted these, but a while ago I made some icons to use for discord rp stuff, and I figured I might as well post them.

Future Kim (with Lucifer) our beloved... and werewolf Kim!

I forget if I've mentioned it in tags somewhere, but there IS a werewolf Kim blog I made AGES ago that just hasn't formally opened yet. And I'm gonna be honest- that shifted Kim might be one of my favorite werewolves I've drawn recently.

Anyhow, enjoy!

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

[morninkim]

Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers - Olivia Hart

still on a high after reading MMPR The Return #1, so here's Olivia in the RotMMPR style :3

[charlesreedscoolhat]

Charles: and how do I contact you in the future?

Johannes: you don't 🌟 bye you soggy bitch ✨️🕺✨️🕺🟨🟨🟨

[once-vel]

[ID: A detailed sketch of a distorted, mirrored version of OP's corru.observer fan obesk, Zakri. He smiles at the viewer, hands behind his back. Multiple varieties of mushroom are growing out of his body and clothes. He says: "hello, friend". The drawing is captioned: "Something is off." /End ID]

redrew this for fun

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Aventurine.

[beepbiscuit]

Merry Gay Christmas or something uhhh

Here's my isat ocs that I've been refusing to post about,,, I'm normal I swear

Uhh feel free to ask me about them!!!!! I would love to talk about them probably!! That would be fun!!!!! [I do not expect any asks though]

More info here!!!!! vvvvv [I am pointing down !!]

OC 1: ROSEMONDE [She/Her]

Rosemonde, more commonly known as Rose, is a woman in her late thirties that has been travelling from place to place to learn about different kinds of fashion around the world! She has a weird haircut, it's very uneven, but she refuses to have it any other way. She says it's how she likes it.

Her armour is the necklace she wears, it's a pretty rock that was made into a necklace with a dyed piece of string. Her weapon is half of a pair of scissors, specifically the kind used to cut fabrics. I think they might be called shears actually. Oh well. Anyway, she lost half somehow. She doesn't remember what happened to the other half, she just knows that it's gone. She's oddly attached to those broken scissors, she refuses to get new ones.

OC 2: LYNX/NYX [They/Them]

Lynx often forgets their own name, mostly the order of the letters, so they refer to themself as Lynx and Nyx interchangeably. They have been travelling with Rose for as long as they can remember. They don't know what they were doing before they were with her, and they don't seem to want to think about it.

Their armour is their cloak! It's a short cloak, a little tattered, clearly crafted with a lot of care. There are stars embroidered onto it, and it has tassels! They like to swish about in it and watch the tassels swish around with them. It had a hood, they think, but they don't know what happened to it. Their weapon is an old dagger, more worn than their cloak, that doesn't look like it's been sharpened in years. It's chipped slightly, and doesn't look like it could really cut through anything effectively.

So! Thanks for reading that, if you read all that!!! I'm very normal and sane!! I promise!! And I'll probably post more doodles and stuff about these two later if I have the time/confidence for that lol :3

[aniraklova]

I'm doing in ts4 what I was doing in fallout. In fallout I was adding a bit of more mad max spice. And now in ts4 I mix fallout+mad max :) Oh, just didn't use pip boy sadly, but anyway you got me I hope lkgdkhjlkglhgjg

[louismygf]

just recently watched this is us with my college friends

[thefaeriefeatherdark]

I do think the wildest part of the Skyrocket/Connie concept is that Visaggio seemed to legitimately believe that Kon-El is like... a D-List superhero. Which is just like, a wild thing to believe considering the Comic Kon won in a fan poll hadn't even finished coming out at the time she pitched her idea.

[playandchill]

hehe its gna take me a bit to answer ur dialogue ask so in the meantime >:D - what would Kor's dialogue lines be for receiving gifts? (loved, liked, neutral, disliked, hated) and her dialogue for play date actions? (dining, chatting by the oasis, fireworks etc - ur choice!! ♡)

It's alright, take your time

ALSO THANK YOUUUU

Gifts

Loved:

Gifted Camera:

* Are you sure? It's not everyday you can find a camera. Well if that's the case, then i am definitely over the moon now! Among all the things the Old World left us, i am glad cameras are one of them. I can't wait to test it out. By the way, you should join me. It's only fair to share these moments of joy with you.

Liked:

Gifted Raspberry:

* They look so tasty! Nowadays, I don't get to enjoy them as much as i would love to. So thank you. ...Ah! What do you think about raspberry jam?

Neutral:

* A gift? Oh. Thank you for thinking of me. I appreciate it.

Disliked:

Gifted tomatoes:

* You've got quite the harvest... Sorry, I am not keen on tomatoes. Do you mind if i share these? I am afraid they'll go bad before i get to them.

Hated:

Gifted firearm:

* ..!?! Sorry, but... These things are too dangerous. I can't handle them. It would be better for everyone if you give it to Justice. Um... I should go now, bye.

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Start of a play date:

* Lead the way. Whatever you choose, we'll make every moment count.

Asked about the past:

* It might sound surprising, but i lived half of my life in Walnut Groove. We stayed with my uncle and aunt. I was always fascinated by their job. Imagine living with people who decipher and analyze texts from the Old World. You would expect someone like them to be in Atara or Vega 5, but their love for theatre is too great to be anywhere else.

* My uncle and aunt possess a big collection of literature from the Old World. Most of it consists of stories about death and other heavy themes. How do i know that? They made me read more than half of their library.

Can you believe that the first book they gave me was about a deaf-mute slave who had to drown his dog, his only friend, because of his master's whims. The story was heart-wrenching, but... strangely comforting at the time.

Sand drawing:

*You want to draw with me? Usually, i would say it's a very bad idea, but since it's just sand...

Drawing successful:

* It turned out better than i thought. Soon enough, it will be just a memory for us two and those who were lucky enough to see it before wind does.

Drawing unsuccessful:

* We certainly... poured our hearts into it. What now? Out of sight, out of mind as they say...

[undergroundbillions]

Do you think Johnny Gruelle would’ve liked the musical? Or all the other Raggedy Ann media that he didn’t get to see at that?

He's hard to place. I think he would have loved to see the dolls becoming even more popular and profitable in the 40's and again in the 60's and 70's. He'd love seeing that legacy continue even to this day, even if some of the media around it might not be up to his standards. Especially the community that has built up around it!

Generally, I don't think he'd like the musical all that much. It is, after all, based on himself and the life and death of his daughter, and understandably it was a tough subject. He also didn't like high-stakes and violent storylines in children's stories in general. Like his other work, the Raggedy Ann stories were written to contrast the older, much darker fairy tales.

Though I don't think that makes it disrespectful to him just because he'd personally disagree with its topics. I think remembering that history, even in a way that's kinda raw, it better than letting it fade away and the franchise become nothing but fluff and cotton candy.

-Mod General D.

[bangcakes]

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