#onni

[justlikeazzy]

MY ART IN REVIEW!!!!!

I think it was a pretty successful year in the art exhibit! What do y’all think????

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[piilopirtti]

I don't know where I'd start explaining this, so I won't! @kato-mutsi a very merry unbirthday!

[the-dreamland-au]

Onni

So this is baby son of my OCs Fjalar and Minerva having similar powers from both parents such as shooting shadow orbs from Fjalar and using telekinesis to float from Minerva. He got purple from Minerva’s color and white from Fjalar’s color even wearing black cloak like that shadow bird. Onni is very adorable baby!

[kuzzzma]

I finally got around to make a much requested template for Onni Hotakainen papertoy to go with my other Stand Still Stay Silent characters papercrafts.

Download free PDF to build your own here.

[wanderrealms]

[sunnyy-sunsh1ne]

About the Mikawa Flower Festival (TL;DR)

This whole event (and specifically Chizuru) has being reminding me so much about Ei and the grief she has been going through since she lost her friends.

She still mourns the loss of Makoto and other friends, just as Chizuru does with her dear ones.

Both Ei and Chizuru behaved in similar ways; Ei secluding herself in the Plane of Euthymia, so that she would live in eternity and never die like her dear ones did.

And Chizuru being in an slumber in a fan, waiting for her final days to come, scaring and keeping away humans from the yokai.

Chizuru is so relatable... she asks if it's really worth it to create enjoyable moments with others, even if those moments will one day become long gone memories.

And just as Miko made Ei understand that sadness & grief are just a normal part of relationships and life, she also makes Chizuru understand that changes in life are inevitable, and that we should embrace the moments of the present that we still have.

[wildmadumb]

Rooting for you

[kajmidastuima]

Siunattua Perjantai Kolmattatoista. Mikä onni että kerran pari vuodessa on päivä, jona ei tarvitse moittia omaa vaivaannuttavaa persoonaansa vaan mokat voi pistää kosmisen epäonnen piikkiin.

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

Recruiting Kite

And here are the people who induced Jay's Gender Panic, only I can't remember if this is before or after she meets them actually. Possibly before. Timeline's kinda. not something I have looked at recently.

Anyway! writing! very blatantly based on... The Other Side from The Greatest Showman bc I couldn't not, y'know?

~

Onni watches as the Skull grunt slinks into the bar, their shock of bright yellow hair hardly hidden under their cap.

 “That one. Really?” Brass, standing beside Onni, sighs. “Tapu knock some sense into you! You do realise she’s legend-touched, right?

 “You think they look female?” Onni tilts their head. “Huh.”

 “What - oh, would you focus! That isn’t the issue here.” Brass rolls his eyes. “They aren’t all worth saving, Onni.”

 “This one is,” Onni replies. “Just - trust me, alright?” They turn to study Brass. “Please.”

 Brass meets Onni’s eyes and sighs. “Fine. I do, I do, I just...” He rubs at his forehead with his hand. “Just - don’t expect us to pay your ransom, alright?”

 Onni laughs and reaches to kiss Brass’ cheek. “I'm too lucky for that.” They brush down their skirt.

 “Course you are.” Brass squints into the shadow behind Onni’s head, as if he can see something there. “And you’re just going to walk in there.”

 “Bold as.” Onni grins. “I’ll be back with a sweet new act before you know it.”

 “We don’t need one, Onni! Literally no room for another act!” Brass calls after them.

 “You’re going to love it!” Onni waves back at him, and enters the bar.

 The bar is muted and dusky and mostly empty.

 Onni lets the door go behind them and searches out the Skull grunt they saw walk in here.

 They’re at the bar, sitting on one of the stools and hunched over a tall glass.

 Onni slides into the seat next to them and double-taps the bar.

 Gloriana squints at Onni and rolls her eyes but says nothing as she makes up a milkshake.

 The Skull grunt flicks a glance at Onni and then away again.

 They really are quite pretty, under the grime; electric yellow hair just long enough to peek out from under the floppy cap, dusky smooth skin – darker than Onni, even – and long eyelashes over deep brown eyes. The standard issue Skull uniform isn’t doing them any favours, but even so.

 “Dude, quit staring.”

 “Just wondering what you’re doing down here, that’s all.”

 “Planning the next ruckus, obviously.” Their lips twisted around the words, bitter, as if parroting someone else.

 Onni laughs.

 One of the regulars behind them grunts, and Onni swivels on their chair to tilt their head at him, raising an eyebrow. “D’you cause many ruckuses?”

 The regular – Martin, Onni thinks – casts him a disparaging look but turns back to the cards in his hand.

 “Here.” Gloriana puts Onni’s milkshake down on the bar, sliding a coaster underneath.

 “Team Skull, dude. Everyone knows it.” They tug at their top.

 Onni spins back to face the bar. “Ah, so it’s not that you plan ruckus, just that it happens. Because reputation.”

 “Why d’you care?”

 Onni takes a long drink through the straw.

 The Skull grunt watches Onni and then shakes their head, slipping down from their seat.

 “Because I reckon there’s something more for you,” Onni calls, as their hand touches the door handle. “More than those walls and distrust y’all have built around yourselves.”

 “Yeah?” The grunt hesitates.

 “I can get you free of it,” Onni says, one elbow on the bar as they turn their seat to face the door. “For something a bit more colourful. And sure, it’s still ruckus, but it’s ruckus people’ll pay you for.”

 “We get money out of them either way.” But they haven’t opened the door.

 “So you don’t wanna play a different part?” Onni starts to grin.

 “What sort of part are we talking?” They turn around.

 Onni slides to their feet. “Something a li’l bit crazy.”

 “I know crazy.”

 “It’s not conventional.”

 “Not like I’m king of that here, am I?” The grunt grins.

 “How do you feel about flying?”

 The grin slides from the grunt’s face. “I enjoy what I do and I’m not trapped. Not anymore.”

 “Never - never said you were.” Onni hurries to get between the grunt and the door. “Just - hear me out, ok?”

 The grunt backs off before Onni can touch them.

 “Circus work. Trapeze and swinging and massive crowds watching everything you do and loving every minute of it.”

 The grunt laughs. “We don’t pick up peanut shells.” But they move back towards the bar, towards their abandoned drinks. “I’m good with what I do. We’re free, and I don’t need to see anything else.”

 Onni hesitates. “Ok, sure.” They follow the grunt back to the bar and lean their elbow on it.

 “Go on, do like you do.” The grunt flaps a hand at Onni. “I’ll keep doing me. I’m doing fine.”

 “Sure look it.” Onni studies them as they take a long drink. “Drowning your sorrows, is it?”

 “I’ve already been disowned once, I’m not going there again.”

 Onni clicks their mouth shut and looks down at their drink. “Sorry.”

 They grunt and shrug.

 “But.” Onni slides back into the seat. “You’re aching for something, and I think I – we – can help. I get that Team Skull is your family, but you don’t seem very... happy.”

 They snort again. “You’re dancing around everything anyway. Circus, great. What’s the pay like?”

 “Better than Team Skull, I assume.”

 “You know nothing.”

 “It’s...” Onni wrinkles his nose. “You really think it’s gonna cost you to leave?”

 “Sure.”

 “You’ll get same as the rest of us.”

 “Somewhere to stay.”

 “It’s caravans and tents, and sometimes a hotel.”

 “Food?”

 “Standard fare. Wanna get fancy, gotta buy it yourself. And you don’t have to hide. This thing you’re scared of-”

 “I’m not scared of anything,” the grunt hisses, turning to snarl into Onni’s face. “Got that?”

 “People wouldn’t be ashamed of you, either,” Onni replies, not backing down. “They’d be cheering you. You’d be one of us, praised and loved for your talents, bringing joy, not just... what, picking locks and stealing stuff?” Onni’s eyes drop to the edge of the grunt’s sleeve, under which the imprint of yellow feathers can be seen around their elbow. “Playing about with electronics?”

 The grunt tugs their sleeve down lower. “How can you promise that?”

 “Seen it happen. Trust me.” Onni extends a hand.

 “I don’t know that I do.”

 “Listen, just... I think Team Skull isn’t really for you, and... and you could spark a lot of joy with us.”

 The grunt pulls back. “How - do you know?”

 “I know things.” Onni shrugs. “Or it was a lucky guess, take your pick.”

 Something giggles around the corner of the bar, almost out of earshot.

 “I don’t have full control of it,” the grunt says.

 “You don’t have to straight away. Got to learn all the ropes first.”

 “I can cause black outs.”

 “You’ll light up the night sky.” Onni still has a hand extended. “I promise.”

 “That’s a pretty big promise.” The grunt wavers their hand, almost as if they were going to take Onni’s.

 “I reckon you can deliver.” Onni grins. “C’mon. Arm’s getting tired over here.”

 The grunt shrugs and laughs and takes Onni’s hand. “Fine. Fine! I’ll join your circus, I guess.”

 “Excellent.” Onni shakes their hand. “I’m Onni. I lost my gender subscription, but if you gotta use pronouns, they/them works.”

 The grunt blinks at them.

 “That alright by you?” Onni applies just a little bit extra pressure to their handshake.

 “Oh - no, yeah that’s fine. I’m... Kite. I use ve/vis.” Ve taps vis hand against the bar. “Genderfluid.”

 Onni grins. “Delightful. Kite, you’re doing great things already.” They release vis hand.

 “I... I am?”

 “Sure! Just helped me win a bet with Brass.”

 Kite snorts, shaking vis head. “Right.” Ve drains off the rest of vis drink. “You just gotta do one thing for me first.”

 “Oh?”

 Kite grins. “Come with me to tell Guzma I’m leaving.”

 Onni hesitates.

 “Or I could... not join your circus, as you so obviously want me to.”

 “You’ve already agreed! Applying terms afterwards is just rude.”

 “Well, you know us Team Skull types.” Kite laughs. “No manners. Take what you can.” Ve gets to his feet. “But if you’d rather not...”

 “Right now?”

 “No time like the present. Or – looking at it another way – I should be heading back. Done what I need to.”

 “Wallow over a milkshake?” Onni raises their eyebrows.

 “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Kite raises a hand, heading towards the door. “See you!”

 Onni flickers a glance between the door and Kite’s back and their milkshake. They groan and drain the drink and hurry after Kite. “You’re going to be trouble I can tell.”

 “Yes.” Kite grins, holding the door open. “Yes I am.”

[justlikeazzy]

Okay guys, pretend it’s still February lol. There’s at least two more ship art pieces on wanna do haha.

Here’s some Onni and Lumi art haha. I love them so much, I think about them an unhealthy amount.

I have one more Onni & Lumi piece I wanna do then I’m gonna do a Scroll & Nix one.

[waterdomemusic]

Max Joni & Onni - Indie Car - Brilliant EP - 2023

Read our Review for Max Joni & Onni - "Indie Car" (EP)

Review zu Max Joni & Onni – Indie Car – EP – 2023 Facts Artist: Max Joni & Onni Country of Origin: Germany, BerlinTitle: Indie CarFormat: 2-Track EP, Stream, DownloadGenre: EBM, ElectronicaLabel: Light My FireRelease Date: March 10-20232 Track • 14:43 minutes At qobuz available in Lossless16 Bits / 44.1 kHz | CD-Quality English translation? Click on the button in theright sidebar or scroll…

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⭐️🎄The new Christmas banner is here!!! 🎄⭐️

Hope you like it just as much as me!!! ^^

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hi

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MM style study with screen shot redraws!!

[weetweetie]

An Autumn Song lyrics link that works:

The lyrics of the Autumn Song is so built on the same metaphor as that of 'Onni': the span of our years as the yearly arc of the seasons, with a beginning, a splendid, joyous summer, and a too-soon autumn with its shortening days. Or even that of Shakespeare's eighteenth sonnet: "Summer's lease hath all too short a date."

‘Onni’ – Happiness

No your happiness shall not go under, A cloud pulls away from in front of the Sun, Springtime cold has burst forth into blossom, And night’s frost has finally gone. Go out swiftly, go now to greet love, When the Sun’s riding high, love will sure come your way; And then it will still hold its child dear In the chill of a winter’s day. No your happiness shall not forsake you, You may sleep in peace at the bosom of love; He who fears that his happiness leave him Has already chased happiness off.

The Finnish lyrics (by Teppo Nuorva) is impressive… weapons-grade poetry

Essi [Wuorela] asked if I could write the text for Rajaton. I appreciated the request and decided to get to work right away. The composition was made to a poem by Saima Harmaja, but it was decided not to use that after all. The melody was beautiful and clear. I was walking the dog on a sawdust trail along the Kylmäoja bank, along the side of a field and back. I did not get hold of anything. Saima Harmajas ethereal presence breathed in my neck, so to say.

I made the walk a second and a third time: nothing. A week went by, another one, my shoes wore out and the dog was pleased. Then once, at the end of my walk, lost for words and despairing, in some cranny of my mind started playing Erna Tauros composition and Tove Jansson’s text Höstvisa: “Skynda dig älskade, skynda att älska …” It was early spring and the Autumn Song, therefore, suited me well. Somehow I got hold of a corner of a mood.

Happiness is written and spoken about a lot. Happiness and good fortune are in. One ought to be in control of one’s life and the owner of one’s happiness, but both are utterly impossible for humans. When happiness becomes a task, it’s gone. This I was thinking aloud as I walked, and then the text was ready, really. In springtime, cold and warm, death and life are side by side. That’s what they always are of course, but spring, like, drives it home.

I was not entirely happy with the text. I had interpreted the demo song carelessly, and the stress on one word did not feel right. Fortunately, Ahti [Paunu] had noticed this during Rajaton rehearsals and proposed a change: “maan uumeniin” (“to the depths of the Earth”) was to be changed to “maan poveen” (“to the bosom of the Earth”), and the word “jo” (“already”) was to be added. It was spot-on: “maan poveen” is an expression used at [Finnish] funerals, but an expression of warmth; also there, death and life are side by side. Also the rhythm agreed with the Finnish language.

Writing the text for 'Onni’ gave me cause to reflect on happiness and gave the dog exercise. It did not make me happier, but it helped me to remember that happiness is just there by your side all the time. Happiness can not be owned, but it may reach out to you.

– Teppo Nuorva