#puzzle is a bop

[boinin]

I know no one cares about another random Spotify Wrapped... but my nerd credentials are showing in this year's and since I'm sure as fuck not sharing this with my normie friends, I'll share it with you guys ⚽🧩

[rorydrawsandwrites]

Wowza this looks really good

[jurph]

I was 100% expecting to see the keyhole set into the door way up near the top of the arch. Took me a minute to actually find it.

[bugunlikeanangel]

life is so good right now. i submitted all my uni work.

my most excellent and amazing boyfriend is living with me atm. he is training to be a chef and likes to cook for me and make (the extremely food-motivated) me little treats.

i go on frequent little adventures around the country to go look at flowers and historical landmarks, and to walk on green grass and mountains and trails, and to go to the sauna or swimming pool with my mum.

i walk in the sunshine and i have no stressors.

[funsizedcrow]

i have been attacked by a three year old

[rafeyscumangel]

could you do a best friends with benefits with complete opposite reader as rafe!! like reader is innocent and really soft

༊·˚ Thinking about Rafe teaching his innocent and soft fwb how to deepthroat…

cw: 18+!, mdni, blowjob, deepthroatish, corruption kink, innocent and soft reader, finger sucking, deepthroating with fingers..?, training gag reflex away, softdom!Rafe but also pervy as fuck rafe !!

a/n: took me so long to get this but i hope you like it luv 💞 also didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so bare with me :,) I haven’t written for obx in a hot minute so it might be kinda shitty. I didn’t know if you wanted smut or not but i hope you enjoy either way :)

Rafe had such a infatuation with you. You were so… innocent and soft, unlike him. It shocked everyone on kildare who found out the two of you were best friends.

Unlike Rafe, you were 100% clean. No drugs and no drinking. When someone was in a conversation with you and they’d make a dirty joke, you’d just tilt your head to the side slightly and get that adorable, puzzled expression on your face while your mind worked overtime to try and decipher the meaning- and when you did, you’d blush a deep shade of red in embarrassment and shrink into yourself. Letting out a chuckle of embarrassment, avoiding eye contact with the other and mumbling a quick and dismissive response before quickly changing the subject.

Also unlike Rafe, you weren’t aggressive. You were a complete softy. Baking… sewing… gardening… the stereotypical soft girl.

Rafe remembers one day in particular- you came with the Camerons to a strawberry patch at Wheezie’s constant begging. Settling to wear a short, tighter sun dress that was decorated in pastel baby blue and white stripes. Your outfit accessorized with a straw sun hat and pearl necklace. You looked fucking flawless while the sun beat down on you. Your movements graceful and feminine while you skipped around and picked strawberries with Wheezie, every time you bent the hem of your skirt would trail up the curve of your ass in a teasing manner. Just giving him enough to imagine the rest.

And that’s what finally made Rafe lose control: He decided that day that he would have you and there was no way he would settle without. Hence what caused you guys to shift from best friends to best friends with benefits.

Rafe felt a pinch of shame at his actions, completely defiling you of your innocence with some of the things he would do. But fuck, even the thought has his cock twitching in your mouth. The way you’d look up at with your wide, damp doe eyes that were a mix of awe, trust and lustful curiosity. It made him feel secure and wanted. As bad as it may sound: he loved ruining you.

“Shit.. s’o good at this sweetheart..” Rafe drawled out, eyes screwed shut, head leaning forcefully against the brick wall of the public washroom the two of you were hid out in. Your mouth suctioned around his cock and hair bopped up and down with your movements as you desperately tried to make Rafe feel good. Your eyes looking up at him with awe, soaking in his groans ‘n moans of pleasure which made your panties soak in your own arousal even more than they already were.

Rafe’s hand rested atop your head, resisting the urge to force you down while he bit his lip. His cock twitching in your mouth as he imaged the sight and sounds of you gagging around his cock, which you could only take half way.

Rafe craned his head back down, biting his lip at your damp eyes. “Think you could take anymore?�� He asked, smirking slightly, knowing damn well that you couldn’t.

You whined around his cock, shaking your head ‘no’ before coming up from his cock with a wet ‘pop’. “‘M trying.” You pout, scared you weren’t doing well enough for him.

Rafe’s heart clenched in his chest at the sight of your teary eyes. Bringing his hand up to rub soothing circles on your cheek which were damp from the amount of times you gagged, causing tears to fall. “I know sweetheart don’t worry.” He murmured, small grin forming on his face as he felt the way you subconsciously leaned into his touch. God you seemed so obedient for him(and were). “We’re gonna train that gag reflex away, k pretty girl?” He said, cocking his head to the side slightly to analyze and make sure you’re completely ok with this. His thumb slowly trailing to and brushing against your lower lip.

“Ok..” You nod, opening your mouth just enough to let him hook his thumb into your mouth, the digit immediately pressing down against your tongue.

“Open wider baby,” He said softly, though his tone still had an undeniable amount of dominance. Feeling a swell of pride in his chest at your simple obedience. “Like you’re at the dentist.” He teased.

You did as was told of you, opening your mouth wide for him. “Good girl.” He smirked wider. His ring and middle finger entering your mouth. You moaned around the intrusion that was his fingers, eye’s furrowing slightly when he shoved his fingers further into your mouth and pressed down against your tongue, soft gags spilling up from your throat and out of your mouth.

“C’mon.. how do you expect to take my full cock down your throat if you can’t even take my fingers?” He chuckled, his fingers slowly making way further down your throat. His cock twitching as he watched your face flush in embarrassment at his lewd words. His next words strained with arousal. “Gotta practice a bit at a time princess, you can do it.”

God. The way he spoke so soft but still dominant. The nicknames. The softness in his touch. It had your mind reeling with dirty thoughts no one should be having of their ‘best friend’ and your pussy clenching around nothing. You nodded your head slowly, wide damp eyes looking up at the man, admiring how hot and affected he looked by you.

Suddenly, a sharper and louder gag fell from your lips. Your head attempting to jerk away from Rafes fingers when he forces them practically as far down your throat as they physically could. Rafes grip just tightened on your chin, the thumb of his free hand rubbing soft circles on the skin of your jaw while a few tears fell from your eyes.

“Nah uh.” Rafe clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly in disapproval, finally pulling his fingers back after a couple of seconds. Attempting to ignore how badly he wanted to feel you gag around his cock.

“You can do it, just try not to jerk away, k?” He murmurs. A soft whine escaping your lips as his fingers descent back down your throat at a faster pace. But you manage to give a small nod in response, pushing your thighs together as his fingers constricted your breathing.

A content grin made its way to Rafe’s lip. Free hand moving up to pat your cheek. “Good.” He praised. His fingers practically finger fucking your throat. Occasionally pressing down on the back of your tongue just to feel you slobber and gag around his digits even more, imagining that it was around his cock.

You slowly became more and more used to the sensation, body relaxing into his touch as your body rested against his legs, hands holding his knees as you let him use your mouth in what would typically be considered a degrading way. Yet Rafe still managed to make it feel anything but degrading while his fingers were down your throat.

A shaky breath left Rafe’s lips as he fully pulled his fingers out from your mouth. Smirk gracing his features yet again as he admired his slick-with-your-spit fingers. Resisting the urge to seem like too much of a freak and licking your excess spit off from his fingers. Instead deciding to use your spit as some type of lube for his cock, spreading your saliva around his pretty much neglected for the last few minutes cock. Soft groan falling from his lips as he did so.

He glanced back at you, face flushing as he saw how you eyed his cock with undeniable, somewhat innocent(as much as it can be) desire. Bringing his cock to your lips and smearing his tip, covered in your saliva, over your lips. “Ready to take a bit more of my cock yet princess?”

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

Rafe taglist; @rafestoothbrush

[pelicanoctopus]

I named my two negative self voices The Troll and The Conspiracy Theorist and when either one starts going off on some bullshit I yell MODS PLS DO YOUR JOBS GET THAT BULLSHIT OUT OF HERE! into the internal voice chat room and they do!!

None of the "imagine the bad voice person getting further and further away until you can't hear them" or "imagine them shrinking until small enough for you to put them in a bottle" or "imagine turning down their volume until you can't hear them" type advice has ever worked for me because they just kept, immediately reasserting themselves at full volume. But I sure can yell at them that they're wrong until they go away!

some of y'all need to stop seeing self deprecation as a funny joke and start looking at it for what it is. you are being so fucking cruel to a member of our community. and they don't deserve your cruelty. I love all of you so much and it sucks to watch you gleefully shittalk someone I care about then excuse it by going "but it's okay, I can say that, it's about myself!"

I feel like a lot of people use the "hey don't be mean to my friend [name] >:(" in a joking manner but. no. seriously. stop shittalking my friend. it sucks to hear you talk about anybody like that, ESPECIALLY a community member. you don't get a free pass for directing it at yourself.

[homestuck-vocals]

Sakura-Con 2025, Seattle, WA, Saturday 4/19

BEYOND KARKALICIOUS: A Fansong Quizshow

After all these years, are you still STUCK THIS WAY? Did you know there are Thousands of silly Homestuck songs besides that one? Wring your puzzle sponge, earn prizes, and hear a heap of guaranteed new-to-you underrated bops at this interactive trivia game of musical recall and character association! At this tour of alternative, Alternian tunes, we'll dive DEEP into the parody/filk/fansong archives of the creative hurricane fandom that launched a generation of Millennial creative careers in anime, fantasy, cartoons, and gaming!

2:00 PM Summit 343/44

@homestuckevents

I could use a volunteer to run prizes around the audience if anyone wants to help out :P

[leighsartworks216]

Plant An Idea

Zayne x Sylus

This was gonna be Zayne x reader but then the Snowcrow took over. Could be seen as a prequel to Loving Life. Daughter is unnamed

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, family fluff, domestic bliss, family, parenthood, daughter, hair braiding, kissing, banter, ambiguous/open ending

Word Count: 1,418

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Blips, boops, and bopping music sound softly through the living room. Pixelated characters hop around the TV screen, one more confidently than the other, solving puzzles together. The clicking of buttons follows their movements.

Zayne shushes his daughter once again when she squeals in glee at getting to the next level. "We need to keep it down, sweetheart, remember?"

She gasps, looking back at him with wide eyes. "Oh no, I forgot!" she tries to whisper. He's useless to stop her when she looks up to the ceiling and shouts, "I'm sorry! I'll be quiet now!"

He smiles. He has no doubts that woke his partner up, though he's sure Sylus won't mind. Not really. Not if it's their little girl doing the waking.

He kisses her temple and brushes her hair back behind her ears. "Would you like to keep playing?"

She puffs her cheeks out, shaking her head. He takes her controller, gently removing the strap from her little wrist before he leans forward to set them on the coffee table. She twists in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wraps an arm around her back to keep her in place. "Papa, can you braid my hair?"

"Of course."

She lights up with excitement as she squirms back around in his lap. He chuckles, leaning back so he doesn't get hit in the face by her flailing arms. She sits herself on his knees, legs kicking lightly as she does her best to push her hair back for him. He helps her, lithe fingers gathering her hair from her face and behind her shoulders, combing through gently to detangle any knots and tangles.

She babbles to him about her current favorites - animal, color, cartoon, storybook, plushie - as he separates her mess of hair into three sections. Though he knows how to braid, it's certainly nothing fancy. He's had plenty of practice with the children in the pediatrics ward, when they shyly come up to him to tug on his lab coat and ask if he can help. He never minds; it helps calm the child down before his examinations and the meticulousness of it helps him get his thoughts and questions in order.

Over and under, weaving hair together. Her hair is quite soft, too. His husband insists on getting her the best of the best in products. Even if she decides to cut it short one day, Sylus will always want it to be well taken care of.

When he gets to the bottom, he holds it all together with one hand and holds his other in front of his little girl. "Can you get a hair tie for me?"

She nods, almost pulling the braid from his hand, and does her best to pull the tie off his wrist. He finds himself keeping one on hand more often these days. There are even times he almost forgets to remove it before he preps for surgery. Yvonne commented on it once, mentioning how nice it was for Zayne to always have one handy for the kids in the ward. He'd nodded politely and moved on, unsure how to tell her he simply put it on that morning with his watch in pure muscle memory.

He opens the tie around his fingers and wraps it multiple times around the end. Once it's secure, he lets the braid go. "How's that, sweetheart?"

She grabs it over her shoulder, loosening a few strands in her effort to look at it. "It's perfect, Papa!"

A hand stretches out over Zayne to tap the girl on the head. She gasps as she spins around, head tilting back to peer up at the man behind the couch. Sylus grins sleepily, raising an eyebrow at her. "What do we say?"

"Huh?"

"When someone does something nice, what do we say?"

"Oh!" She throws herself against Zayne's chest, hugging him tightly. "Thank you!"

Sylus chuckles softly. "Very good, sweetie." He reaches over again to ruffle her hair. Zayne tilts his hair back to shoot him a very unamused look. He sees that tired grin grow a bit wider. "There's some new outfits for your dolls on your bed. Why don't you run along and play with them for a bit?"

She pouts, cheeks puffed and lip poking out. "I wanna stay out here and play!" she whines.

Sylus leans over the back of the couch lazily, wrapping an arm across Zayne's chest as the other props his head up by the elbow. "You've had all day to play with Papa, sweetie. Can't I have five minutes with him, too?"

Zayne pinched her side lightly. She squirms with the ticklish feeling, breaking her pout almost immediately, though she tries really hard to reinstate it with little success. "We can do whatever you want when baba goes back to bed, dear."

"Promise?" She sticks out her little hand, pinky held out expectantly.

"I promise." He wraps his pinky around hers. They pull it apart, sealing the deal, but she holds it out to Sylus next.

"You, too!"

He chuckles fondly, but does the same. "I promise, sweetie. Now go play."

She squints her eyes at them suspiciously for a moment, before finally sliding off Zayne's lap. She runs around the couch to hug Sylus's leg. "I'm sorry for waking you up," she says.

He reaches down to rub her back. "It's okay, I forgive you."

They both watch as she then runs over to the stairs and scampers up them on all fours. Zayne's attention is brought back by a hand on his chin, guiding him to look up at his partner. He can't get a word in before lips are over his, kissing him languidly, taking their time tasting him.

It's not rare for them to have moments alone, but it's certainly not as common as they'd like. They always knew it would be this way with their sleep schedules alone, but a child on top of it all certainly threw an extra wrench into the mix. Now on top of sleep schedules and jobs, there's making breakfast and packing lunches, drop-off and pick-up to and from school, play dates, shopping, and so on and so forth.

Sylus pulls away reluctantly with a quiet hum, satisfied. "You taste like her yogurt," he murmurs.

"She insisted on sharing," Zayne defends. "How do you know what her yogurt tastes like, hm?"

"Shh." Another kiss, full of grins. Zayne reaches up to tangle his fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. Sylus groans softly in delight. His thumb rubs softly at his chin. Fingers brush lovingly along his jaw, down his neck, gracing the bulge of his Adam's apple.

Zayne tugs lightly on his hair to break the kiss. "You didn't just get up to kiss me," he accuses.

Sylus wastes no time dropping his head down into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in deeply the scent of jasmine and sugar. His arms both slip down to hug his husband, no matter how awkward the position may be. "I could have."

"Then you've had your fill," he plays along. "Go back to bed and I'll kiss you when it's time to get up."

He sighs with faux drama. "I have such a cruel lover."

"Be careful, or I may not kiss you at all."

He squeezes him with a chuckle. "You went into the wrong career, beloved," he teases. He presses light kisses along his throat. Chaste, and as though only there to ground him into what he wants to say. "I wanted to... plant an idea in your head."

Zayne feels the subtle shift in the air. He combs through Sylus's hair, scratching at his scalp and providing a quiet reassurance with one hand, as the other comes to intertwine with his lover's. He hum, encouraging him to continue.

Upstairs, they can hear their daughter talking to herself, acting out wild scenarios or gushing about the new clothes. Sylus has bought her nearly every accessory and outfit available. Anything she could ever wish for, he'd get it for her. That has always been the case. But, as they listen to her play, there is a certain hollowness to it, a gap where there should be something.

Sylus thumbs at the band on Zayne's finger. "She could use a friend," he whispers.

Zayne tilts his head to rest it lightly over his husband's. "By 'friend', I assume you don't mean someone from school."

"Well?" A pause. "What do you think?"

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[wavesoutbeingtossed]

coney island x mbobhft

WHAT A COMPLETE SHOCK I WONDER WHAT INSTIGATED THIS /ijbol

Sorry for putting you on blast friend but also this is a very unique experience we share 😂

Ah, London N6, a night that will live in infamy for many reasons, not the least of which being IT WAS RARE WE WERE THERE WE REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL.

As many of you will know (and @claudiajcregg literally witnessed next to me as I mouthed WHAT THE FUCK), this is the mashup that broke my brain because it made my third eye open in the rafters of fuckass Wembley Stadium.

Warning: this is going to be a very long one because I am far too personally invested in it 😂

(It's so interesting seeing it from this angle head-on given that we were behind the stage 😂 I don't think I've ever seen it properly lol.)

First of all, My Boy was one of those songs that I loved as a bop when TTPD came out, but then when the voice memo version was released last summer (iirc a few weeks before this?) it made the song click even more pointedly because it made it infinitely sadder (and clearer and maybe confirmed my own inklings but anyway). Looking over my blog archives the day it was released is a trip because it can just be summed up as: IT'S SO FUCKING SAD! The idea that someone who you considered your closest confidant also being the one to help break you into a million more pieces? Devastating! "It sounds sad because I'm sad in general," ugh. But I digress.

Then you have Coney Island, which is where I confess that despite evermore being my favourite album, the song was one I didn't particularly gravitate towards. It's beautiful! It's evocative! It just wasn't one that like, permeated my consciousness all that much. It was one of those "wow she's sure telling a sad story with pretty words" type of things. Until, of course, she combined it with My Boy to maximize their joint slay that wrecked my brain and made me reconsider BOTH of them.

OK ENOUGH BACKSTORY LET'S GET TO THE PLOT 😂

Should've known it was only a matter of time, my boy only breaks his favourite toys... Break my soul in two, looking for you but you're right here, and if I can't relate to you anymore, then who am I related to? I loooooooove that transition! Again, one of the fun parts of the mashups that has become more evident as I've been on this exercise is that sometimes you can see the "hook" lyrically of what makes her craft the mashup. Here, it's the break toys/break my soul parallel.

And I *think* this might have been the point at which my brain went WAIT WHAAAAAAAAAAT in real time lmao. Again, I don't know why Coney Island never quite rooted itself in my brain, although thinking back on it, I do wonder if the fact that it's a duet played a role in that; as someone who tends to gravitate towards melody/sound before lyrics, maybe the fact that it's split between Matt Berninger and Taylor just made the story "split" in my brain? I don't know, but Taylor playing it on her own on the piano somehow made it click haha.

So back to the story of the mashup: You have the start of the story about the a cycle of depression (voices in his head), resentment (only breaks his favourite toys) and lashing out (I'm queen of sandcastles he destroys). And the cycle is on both parts tbh (sickest army doll/rivulets descend my plastic smile). It's a contrast to the early days of the relationship, where she felt like they were something special (but you should have seen him when he first got me/it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night), even though reality would set in and destroy it.

So then enter Coney Island, where she/the narrator is saying: you keep breaking me because you're pulling away from me (ostensibly because of said cycle) and I don't know why. You used to be the person I relied on the most in this world, and now I feel like half of me is drifting away. (At least, that's how I read "break my soul in two.") Like, this person is still physically there, but in every other respect, they're a million miles away. (Looking for you, but you're right here.) You used to be my everything, my other half, but if you're now pulling away from me, how am I supposed to exist in this world without you? (if I can't relate to you, then who am I related to?)

So admittedly this is where the duet vs. solo gets complicated in the narrative lol and I'm probably going to contradict myself just as a warning. But the theme from the start of My Boy is totally reflected in, "If this is the long haul, how did we get here so soon? Did I close my fist around something delicate, did I shatter you?" Again, the idea of: this was supposed to be our forever, yet it seems like we have just hit the beginning of the end. Was it something I did? Did I break you the way you've broken me? Is that why I'm in so much pain? IT'S SO SAD. (And again: is not only very similar to the theme of My Boy, but IMO of TTPD in general.)

The chorus of Coney Island is what this mashup REALLY illuminated for me: The idea of remembering the good times at a spot that used to be yours together, and wondering how the hell you lost sight of each other (lol) and ended up here, broken and alone. "Sorry for not making you my centrefold, over and over" is so ouchie because if it's the narrator singing that, it could almost be a little resentful, like, "I made you the centre of my universe, sorry I couldn't keep doing it again," but if it's the subject, it's like, "sorry I could never prioritize you the way you did me," and either way it's SAD.

"Lost again with no surprises, disappointments close your eyes and it gets colder as the sun goes down," REALLY got me, because it's just so resigned! Like, you keep expecting things to get better, but they don't, and you're just continually disappointed and floored with every setback. There's no grand gesture, no magic cure to save the day, everything just wilts and fades away. "It gets colder and colder as the sun goes down," is just like... all the life in your home and your relationship bleeding out like, well, death by a thousand cuts.

The bridge of Coney Island finally really hit me here because it's like the promise of youth being completely replaced by the jadedness of adulthood. "Were you waiting at our old spot in the tree line by the gold clock, did I leave you hanging every single day?" to me just feels like: I knew you were waiting for me [to join you-- and IMO that's a metaphor for "you were waiting for me to be ready for our plans"], but I kept stalling and with every day that I stalled I hurt you even more. Obviously this may be reading too much into it, but I could make a case for the "old spot by the tree line" being a stand-in for a familiar beloved space (e.g. home) and the gold clock being a stand-in for counting down to life plans that had once been on a timeline that no longer were. But this is getting deep into literary analysis instead of a walk down memory lane with the mashup itself 😂 Anyhoo this just gave me more thoughts about another song but we are not going there on main.

And of course, "did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray a universe away" ties into so much of what we hear on TTPD (and imo much of rep through Midnights too), but also calls back to "here we go again, the voices in his head call the rain to end our days of wild," in the My Boy intro of this mashup. Like I said, this is where the duet vs. solo gets complicated if you're looking at it from a performance point of view here 😂 but it makes sense to me. (And to borrow from twitter brain rot, it fits my narrative.) But, this person drifting away emotionally and taking it out on her (a universe away) completely tears her world apart and turns her world into sadness in kind. (Which: again, is the theme of My Boy too.)

And maybe my favourite part of the mashup, thematically and sonically because it brings it all together:

When I got into the accident, the sight that flashed before me was your face, but when I walked up to the podium, I think that I forgot to say your name... but just say when I'd play again, he was my best friend down at the sandlot, I felt more when he played pretend than with all the Kens, cause he took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts, told me I'm better off, but I'm not.

It's this idea of: this person loves you more than anything (e.g. your face being the first they see when their life flashes before their eyes), but being unable to show you that kind of love and taking you for granted in spite of it (forgot to say your name). Like, I'd die for you, but I still can't be there for you. THAT IS HEAVY. (Yes, complicated by duet/solo, no, I don't care.) And in spite of it all, I would have still tried again! (And she did, ahem.) Because even when you hurt me, I still loved you more than anyone else! This love felt like it was worth more than the pain it caused, even when I was denying how much it was hurting me! I somehow believed you every time, but I know it was killing me. OOF.

(I could say "told me I'm better off, but I'm not," sounds like "You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?" but I don't mean to veer into muse discourse because the mashup stories stand alone on their own etc.)

In the end, it comes down to "he saw forever, so he smashed it up." If you're looking at it as one full story, My Boy is like the context about the dark place they both find themselves in, and Coney Island fills in the lines about how said boy broke said favourite toy, little by little, until it turns into the destructive force you find in My Boy that leaves her in pieces to pick up on her own. And this is a case where the mashup really deepened my understanding of BOTH songs! Coney Island wasn't just a tale of fading love in the backdrop of the place of childhood dreams, it's a whole metaphor for a shared life disintegrating. And while I got the themes of My Boy instantly, pairing it with a song that's a little more grounded in reality kind of highlights the darkness behind the toy box conceit even further. My Boy sets the stage for the fallout from mental health and personal struggles, and Coney Island shows how that happens.

As an aside, she does some incredible things vocally in this mashup, and the way she belts out "I'm not" repeatedly is one of them! The power! The emotion! Master class in using your voice as a tool to tell a story! From the first quiet "I'm not," to the final angry one, it is a journey!!!

Thank you so much for this bestie!!!! It took me literal hours but it was worth it 😂 Aaah August 2024 you will always be famous.

(And for everyone else: we are still on a moratorium for mashup madness asks because I still have too many to go through lol. I will let y'all know when I am accepting requests again!)

[fairyjiu]

Lights On ✨💫 aka my fave releases of 2024

Featuring, in order of appearance:

Welcome to the show - Day6 // Girls Night - Loossemble // November - Lovelyz // Lights On - Weeekly // Bibora - SF9 // Cosmic - Red Velvet // Shooting Star - Kep1er // Remembrance Candy - Billlie // Give me that - WayV // On My Bike - Purple Kiss // Hmm Bop - Hui // Algorithm - Chungha // Beautiful Maze - Drippin // Lighthouse - Tempest // Poondung - Cignature // In the end we're just - Youha // Bye My Monster - ONF // Without U - Seola // Tang Tang Tang - 90tan // Gold - Itzy // ABDC - Nayeon // Lovers or Enemies - CIX // Good Morning - Yena // Everglow - Kino // Justice - Dreamcatcher // Navy Blue - Wooseok // Sabotage - Kwon Eunbi // Fashion Style - Kino // Punk Hot - 1Chu // Shxt - Ryu Sujeong // Weekend - Drippin // Feeling - Vahn

tagging: @atlantis-area, @briankang, @dreamaze, @hoforwonho, @kimsuyeon, @jinjjayo, @moonsua, @pixypunch, @reveloser, @suhyeos, @sungtaro, @2minsungz

read more? you want to know more? nerd. but yes more you shall know because this was a project for sure. first thing you'll notice is i made only one post instead of my usual two because i did not have it in me to make this twice, it also gives me more options to play with so yay. there is also more than one song per artist and more than 10, we're doing all kinds of wild things this time. i tried to give more importance to songs that ranked higher but also what fitted best with the concept so if you're curious, here's how the songs would place in some sort of vague tiers (no ranking within the tiers):

Song of the year: Lights On by Weeekly Tier 1: ABCD (Nayeon), Good Morning (Yena), Justice (Dreamcatcher), On My Bike (Purple Kiss), Remembrance Candy (Billlie), Cosmic (Red Velvet), Hmm Bop (Hui), Navy Blue (Wooseok), Everglow (Kino), Give Me That (WayV), Welcome To The Show (Day6), Lovers or Enemies (CIX) Tier 2: Sabotage (Kwon Eunbi), Gold (Itzy), Algorithm (Chungha), Girl's Night (Loossemble), Poongdung (Cignature), Fashion Style (Kino), Bibora (SF9), Lighthouse (Tempest), Beautiful Maze (Drippin) Tier 3: November (Lovelyz), Punk Hot (1Chu), In The End We're Just (Youha), Shxt (Sujeong), Shooting Star (Kep1er), Without U (Seola), Tang Tang Tang (90tan), Bye My Monster (ONF), Weekend (Drippin), Feeling (Vahn)

so i guess if you really want to know my most faves: lights on and tier 1. as far as the concept goes well...it's a gacha. i am picturing it as an open-world action rpg with an emphasis on storytelling. Yena is acting here as the default mc because she just gets it. you'd have various quests to complete with combat, puzzles and mini-games. the actual gacha part would be outfits and characters (we have to make money somehow sorry), weapons could be switched up as you wish and unlocked through quests.

[kenziebluex]

The Broken Heart That Makes Us

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Story Description: 

Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.

Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.  

Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?

(18+) Pairings: Toji, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, & Choso.

Read on ao3: TBHTMU

Chapter 3:

You turned around and posed in the mirror to get a better look at how the latex stretch black pants hugged your backside and your matching black strapless lace up corset gave you a nice shape. Even though you were only 26, you noticed the difference in how you dressed compared to the other parents that came to pick up their kids from the dojo. 

“Finding the sweet spot between acting like a mom and acting my age is….a task.” You groaned at your reflection, debating whether to find a nice jacket to use as a cover up.

‘Mmm… I am meeting my son’s teacher after all…’  You started to regret your choice of clothing. To be fair, you weren’t sure what Gojo’s intentions were when he invited you out. But dammit when was the last time you actually went out to have fun?! You felt the fruits of your youth slowly spoil as your whole life became just working, stressing and taking care of a 16 year old. 

You decided that you deserved to be daring today and donned a pair of lace up black sandal heels and a contrasting blood red mini purse to throw over your shoulder. 

Before stepping out of your new 3 bedroom condo, you passed by Megumi’s room and took a small peek through his bedroom doorway. You watched as he diligently did his homework while bopping to the music in his headset. You thought to yourself that this is the type of comfort he deserves. Lost in his own world while he chases his dreams. You just hope you’re doing enough to get him there. 

You tapped your phone on to remind yourself of the time as you stepped out of your front door. You rode the elevator down to the lobby and exited the condominium. It was dark and a shadowy figure lingered outside. You wondered if Gojo had arrived and you picked up your pace to exit the lobby.

“Oh great. You saved me so much time knocking on every door.” Your breath hitched and you clutched your purse as the man emerged from the shadows and into the dim lamp post. You eyed the double doors back into the lobby and debated whether you should make a run for it. Instead, you swallowed thickly and erased any emotion on your face.

“Are you y/n Fushiguro?” The man asked. His hair shielded by a black beanie that looks like it transitions to a shiesty and all black clothes. It only took one glance for you to notice that he might be carrying a weapon in his back pocket as you noticed he kept patting for it.

“I don’t go by that name anymore. That means that nothing associated with that name has any business with me.” You explained begging internally the man will just bow out and let you go. A million thoughts bulldozed through your mind, starting with how he found out where you lived in the first place.

“Tsss…look. I know this must be realllly awkward but your ex husband owes us some money and sold your name as collateral. That slippery bastard looks like he’s on the run but you were much easier to find.” You started to see stars. You held onto the wall to prevent yourself from fainting. It became clear to you that whether you were associated with Toji or not didn’t matter because he just sold you out to some loan sharks.

‘In the end, I still can’t escape his bullshit.’

“How much does he owe you?” You bit out clutching your fist. After everything started falling into place, something comes to fuck it all up. 

“Probably around 10 of those condos your pretty little ass just skipped out of.” He laughed lazily. Fury built up in your belly.

“Can you cover it?” He eyes you mockingly and his gaze trailed disgustingly lower.

“Fuck no!” You hissed and attempted to cover yourself. You looked around for anything that could fight him off and any neighbors that could be stumbling by. But before you could call out to someone he approached you and palmed his back packet.

The man yelped as a sleek blue biker helmet collided with the back of his head. He collapsed on the ground, limp and lifeless. You looked up at his attacker.

Exhaling as if he was holding in his breath, Gojo eyed the loan shark’s motionless body. Worry, anxiety and fear exited your body all at once as you felt your legs lose strength. 

Gojo was quick and caught you against his firm hand while you stumbled into his chest. You allowed his gentle hand to calm your nerves as he stroked your head similarly to how he stroked your back yesterday. You attempted to bury yourself in Gojo’s white shirt and black bomber jacket and trying not to get your makeup on it. But he pushed your head in anyway, not caring whether your makeup will leave a stain. 

“Do you want to live with me?” You heard Gojo whisper almost thoughtlessly. Your head fell backwards and your confused expression met his embarrassed one. Almost like he didn’t mean to say that out loud. 

He gently pushed you back and shoved his helmet into your chest. You took the helmet but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from his face.

He was red. Beating red. And looked to the side trying to avoid eye contact with you. His eyebrows furrowed almost like he was scolding himself for saying that outloud. You looked down at the helmet in your hands and chuckled inwardly at his cute reaction. 

“Put that on.” He took the helmet back and fastened it on your head.

“A smile a day keeps the therapist away.” He laughed to himself while buckling the safety strap under your chin. He took your hand and mounted his sleek blue Ducati motorcycle and guided you to board behind him. He fastened the extra helmet that hung on the handlebars of his bike on his head and turned the bike on. He paused before doing anything more.

“I won’t ask about the problems you’re going through. But seeing him corner you like that made me want to do more than just knock his lights out.” He twisted his wrist and revved up his motorcycle with a loud growl. 

“I can’t promise that I’ll stop there next time.” He continued. With Gojo, you felt a cloud of safety and protection. You wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed.

“…I’ve never had anyone other than Megumi protect me like that…Thank you.” You weren’t sure if you were loud enough over the rumbling of his bike but he seemed to have heard you and took a deep breath. You felt his back expand and then recede against you as he hauled up his foot on his back. You two disappeared into the darkness. 

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“Shitttt I hope it’s not closed.” Gojo droned as you arrived at a dimly lit skyscraper. He put the stopper on his bike and took your hand to help you dismount. He hung the helmets on the handlebars of the bike.  

While entering the luxurious skyscraper, you advanced towards the entrance while taking in the posh surroundings. The host at the door recognized Gojo immediately and sprinted to take his jacket from him. 

“Welcome back, sir!” The host greeted Gojo formally and you turned towards him marred by confusion.

“Who the hell even are you?!” You spoke with your eyes. He erupted in an amused bellow and he took your waist and pulled you flushed against his side. 

“I didn’t come alone tonight. Show us a good spot.” Gojo ordered casually. You tried to fix your face to copy his nonchalant one but quickly failed when you entered the restaurant- no…specialty cafe as it seems that the restaurant only served expensive desserts.

“Are you sure you should be eating here? You know, since you also have to practice martial arts.” You joked low enough for only Gojo to hear. He clicked his tongue.

“A sweet treat every now and then doesn’t hurt.” Gojo paused and looked down at you. Lustful sky blue eyes bore into yours. “Everyone gives into their urges eventually.” He stated with a deeper meaning attached. 

You felt your cheeks warm but then the host spoke you out of your trance. 

“We always leave the balcony open to the Gojo clan.” The host beamed. You felt Gojo himself tense but when you looked up at him,  his face remained expressionless. 

“Enjoy.” The host bowed and broke away to signal a waiter.

You broke away from Gojo to bathe in the sea of lights in the city as you relaxed against the railing to the balcony. You thought back to the dinner parties your dad had you attend while wooing investors. You internally shivered. 

“If I knew you were a trust fund baby, I would’ve seduced you months ago, Gojo-sensei.” You jested while resting on your elbows. Large pale palms rested on either side of you as Gojo hovered from behind you. You stretched your head back and he peered down at you. 

“Call me Satoru.” He said softly. You shook your head and broke eye contact, directing your gaze forward again. 

“Unlike you, I know boundaries.” You sighed. Without wasting a beat, he gripped your bicep and spun you around to face him. He pinched your chin and forced your gaze to connect with his again.

“It didn’t seem like that when you were holding me nice and tight earlier.” He hovered his face just centimeters above your lips. You gripped his shirt as his body heat flooded your palms. 

“Close your eyes.” He whispered. Your eyes fluttered closed.

“Have you had time to look at our menu?” You and Gojo broke apart in response to the waitress arriving. It didn’t seem like she was aware that she was breaking a moment but the racing of your heart thanked her. 

You approached the table and Gojo pulled out your chair for you to sit. As you looked at the menu, each dessert looked like it would make your wallet cry. 

“P-Please give me a minute.” You laughed nervously as you scrunch your eyebrows to focus. The only thing you can afford here is the water and maybe an espresso shot. 

“There are just soooo many nice things here. I literally can’t decide. ” You spoke through your teeth, clearly feeling pressure over the menu. 

Gojo snapped his menu closed.

“We’ll just go with one of everything.” Gojo answered while you were mentally lashing out at him.

You closed the menu and gave the waitress a strained but polite smile while she took the menus. 

“I say I’m taking you out and you are still eyeballing the price.” Gojo scoffs while taking a sip of the water left on the table.

“I never trust a man who says he’ll foot the bill. I’d rather at least order something I can afford.” Toji absolutely killed that idea for you and you haven’t trusted a man for funds since. You crossed your arms and sat back comfortably on your chair. The wispy light from the candle reflected on Gojo’s cheek and made his glassy eyes contrast the dark sky behind him. 

“Fair enough.” He tilted his head voicing his response and took another sip of water. You traced your finger on the mouth of the tall glass of water standing next to you. You couldn’t help but focus on his lips as they touched his glass. The way his tongue wets his lips sends your mind into a spiral. He notices you gawking and a small chuckle escapes his lips. You rolled your eyes to the side innocently and struck up conversation.

“So other than training students at the dojo, what else do you do?” You huffed, swiftly pulling your own water glass to your lips. The relaxed grin on his face fell. You felt the atmosphere shift a little.

“You said it yourself didn’t you? I’m a ‘trust fund baby.’ Beloved son of one of the number 1 richest clans in the city.” He responded with heavy sarcasm.  You drew your lips together tightly. You gathered that family was a triggering subject. Well, it’s not like you are daughter to father of the year either. But even though Gojo seems to wear his heart on his sleeve, it seems that it’s just armor to hide his true feelings. 

“Eh. I don‘t know. Blood relatives suck sometimes.” You snapped back. Your elbows rested on the table and your chin fell comfortably onto your palms. For a second you saw Gojo’s eyes go wide, lost looking at you but he then quickly regained his composure.

“I’d rather form my own family. Like me and Meg. There’s something about loving someone and them loving you back just because of the person you are and not because you’re related.” You continued. Gojo lowered his glass and listened to you intently. You smiled down at the fire that danced on the candle and allowed one of your hands to rest on the table. 

“I’ve seen family members treat their own children like pawns and burdens to be neglected…” Gojo flinched at your statement and his hand rested on the table as well. You rested your palm on top of his and gazed at him softly.

“But blood doesn’t make it an obligation to love people like that.” Gojo intertwined his fingers in yours and scanned you curiously. He gently rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand.

“Hmmm? You sound like you had a tough love life.” He mocked and you choked out your water. You rolled your eyes as the tone of the date returned to being playful. 

“Don’t mind me. I’m just thinking out loud.” You retook your hand and folded it into your lap. Gojo pouted at the lack of touch. 

“Here you are! We pulled up another table to make room for all of the other desserts. Is there any flavor you would like to try first?” The waitress accompanied by 2 assistants rolled in the entire catalog of sweets. Gojo shook his head.

“We’ll figure it out.” He stood up and started making room for various desserts on the table. One particular dessert caught your eye.

“Hey. Pass me the (insert flavor) parfait.” You pointed at the neatly decorated yogurt. Gojo picked it up and inspected it curiously. He stalked to the other side of the table and knelt down to your level. Taking the long spoon out the dish, he lathered some whip cream on top of it. 

“Open wide~.” He cooed while floating the spoon towards your lips. Your brows twisted and you leaned your head back in rejection.

“You’re fucking joking.” You answered dryly. Gojo shrugged and turned the spoon towards himself and prepared to take a bite. 

“Hey-!” Your mouth hung open in protest and Gojo used the opportunity to sneak the spoon into your mouth. The parfait was heavenly and the flavors melted the tension in your body. You finished enjoying the taste and you took another glance at a satisfied Gojo, unsure whether to protest some more or to let him continue. 

You felt a hand rake the back of your head as Gojo’s lips advanced towards yours. However, he teased you and instead tongued the corner of your lip where whipped cream was left. You froze in your chair.

“Damn good. Should I eat the rest of the desserts like this?” Gojo taunted and then traced his tongue on your bottom lip.

 A pleased sigh fell from your lips as your tongue met his, battling for dominance. Your lips touched and it felt like electricity ignited throughout your body. You closed your eyes to soak up his taste and you heard him place the parfait glass and spoon on the table.  

With free hands, Gojo gripped both your thighs and glided them up and down your legs, barely ghosting your core with his thumbs. He pressed his lips against you punishingly and parted your legs to situate himself in between them.

You gripped his shirt to prevent yourself from falling backwards. One hand dragged up your body and he teased your hardened nipple under your black corset. Gojo released your lips and then proceeded to leave trails of kisses down your neck.

He moved his hand from your chest to your clothed cunt and pressured his grip against it. You bit your bottom lip.

“Gojo…the waiters could come in.” You panted trying to keep your fevered voice as low as possible. He smirked against your collarbone as his teeth grazed your shoulder.

“I’m not doing anything wrong. Just enjoying dessert.” He quipped while peppering more kisses up your neck and started massaging you gently. You felt yourself becoming soaked in his clutch. Your thighs closed around his wrist. You cupped his chin and turned him up to face you.

“You’re really not funny.” You whispered while he looked up at you with fire pooling his irises. He released you and shoved his hands in his pockets to shuffle his way back into his seat. You shifted your knees back under the table while trying to regain your composure. 

Gojo took a small dish of elegantly dressed mochi and took a bite while holding contact with you. He allowed two fingers to linger in his mouth while he licked off the flavor. He slowly sucked the flavor off of the long digits and then reached for another piece. 

You tried to avoid eye contact while you took another spoonful of parfait. The rest of the evening was quiet but the haze of desire still remained.

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[yanderes-galore]

I need a concept of Henryk from Fear And Hunger 2, please!

Keep in mind I haven't exactly played the game, I mostly like researching characters and lore, so I hope I get a decent character read on him...!

Yandere! Henryk Klimkov Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Mass murder (Poisoning), Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Cannibalism mentioned/implied, Mature themes, Forced relationship implied.

Henryk is a passionate chef who enjoys cooking.

It's actually one of the main things he enjoys.

He's laid-back at times but also... insecure.

He often seeks approval for his cooking from other contestants, no doubt meaning he'd cherish his obsession's approval over anything.

He's impulsive, often a flirt or making perverted remarks.

Originally these would be directed towards Abella... but if you become his obsession, he can be crude with his compliments.

He also has a tendency to get into fights, even if he can't win them.

He's shown to be anxious as the time limit of the festival continues... which no doubt makes him progressively worse as a yandere.

His first formal encounter with you is no doubt at the Mayor's Manor.

You meet him in a trance, going insane due to Rher's influence.

He has such a weak mind.

When you snap him out of it, he's puzzled... looking around in confusion.

Then his eyes land on you... and he apologizes before asking for help with finding food.

He wants to cook for the rest of the contestants and is quite thankful you snapped him out of it.

That's how you meet... and his obsession starts.

His obsession, like the others, is no doubt caused by Rher's influence.

Or some other dark force.

In the game, if saved before his Moonscorch at the manor, he will appear to cook for you and your party.

He never joins directly, insisting he just helps you without combat.

So imagine Henryk becoming obsessed with the approval of his obsession, often cooking to help you and your party.

But, of course, he likes you way more than the rest of your party.

He could care less about them... not like they saved him.

Henryk would try to be charming, often flirting or making comments as he gives you food to take.

He'd probably do anything for your praise, your comfort often soothing his anxiety.

Your talks with him are often about his cooking or him trying to show his interest in you.

I almost feel like he'd be a yandere to have transference, clinging to you because you happened to be around at the right time.

Speaking to you soothes him during this festival, hearing you say his cooking is good makes his heart flutter.

It may not be love at first sight, but it certainly feels like that to him.

Henryk actually gets worried when you leave with your party to explore Prehevil.

He hopes you come back and don't die.

Even worse, what if you Moonscorch?

What if he Moonscorches.

Henryk's obsession would last for three days, he isn't strong enough to survive this festival compared to the others.

Not in the mind, that is.

His obsession would continue until the third day if you saved him on the first day.

He wishes you'd reciprocate his love...

Instead he's forced to watch you from afar as you eat his food.

To a degree even he knows he shouldn't be this fond of you within three days.

But he can't help but feel drawn to you.

When he's not cooking, he's asking others to keep track of you or even sneaking out to find you himself.

By day 2 he's stalking you like a hunter looking for a deer.

He's eying you as if you're the tastiest meal he's ever seen.

He wouldn't actually eat you... hopefully...

Yet within two days he's desperate to follow you to the ends of the Earth.

Due to his fragile mind, Henryk snaps by the end of the second day.

He moves to PRHVL Bop with the rest of the contestants, but his attention stays on you.

He can't help but hate the fact all these contestants are around you.

He wishes you'd stop taking your party everywhere, that you'd stay with him.

Everyone here's going to die anyway, he knows it.

So he snaps....

Henryk makes dinner for all the contestants, all smiles as he speaks to you affectionately.

He made a bowl of food just for you, best you eat up, love!

By the next day, you realize what Henryk has done.

Just like in the literal event by the start of Day 3, Henryk poisons all the contestants but you.

He's on the verge of insanity, chuckling to himself in the corner as you're surrounded by the corpses of your party members.

Before long his eyes snap to you, a grin on his face.

He's on the verge of Moonscorch.

"They were going to die anyway... but I didn't want them to hurt you, either...! Now, it's just us, forever and ever...."

This would end with Henryk dragging you away to the Mayor's Manor, no doubt to Moonscorch with you.

After all, your mind is dwindling too, isn't it?

You witnessed the chef kill everyone, yet he spared you.

"Would you believe me if I said I loved you? You look so appetizing... especially in those clothes...!"

You swore you saw Henryk salivating when he confessed, eyes drawn to you with a certain hunger...

By the time he drags you into the manor, locking you away in a room he picked just for you, it's over...

He'll Moonscorch and so will you...

All you can do is stare fearfully into his hungry gaze, begging for some sort of mercy as he approaches you.

"Just one taste, love... I bet you taste divine...!"

[softpawpup]

— regressor ! dipper headcannons !! ( request from anon )

his favorite music to listen to when little is pop music from his childhood, sometimes he listens to kidz bop too

he likes to be called 'fawn' and 'doe' and 'dearie' when he's regressed

he regresses to 3-4 and also is a deer regressor

he definitely tried to use the journals to find magical stuff he could in his regression like an enchanted plush or a rare rattle

he likes it when mabel plays with his hair when he's regressed

his family take turns caregiving for him, soos usually helps out too and sometimes wendy helps too on the really bad days

dipper likes to steal his grunkles' clothes when he's little

will stomp around the house in his grunkles' shoes

steals the tv remote when stan is asleep in the living room and will change it over to cartoons

mabel makes him leafy green snacks and fruity snacks when he's little, she helps clean him up after he eats too

he likes to collect plant samples and draw them in his notebook

likes doing puzzles, not just the ones with pieces but word puzzles and number puzzles

he always fills out the activities in coloring books first

[marshvlovestv]

In honor of me having so much video game music downloaded on my phone that I ran out of storage and had to buy a new phone. My favorite track from each video game OST I have!

Bastion: Brusher Patrol (Such a bizarre clash of styles, I can't help but love this one. Shout-out to the part that sounds like Darren quietly scatting in the background.) (Also special shout-out to Build That Wall, probably my favorite vocal track in any Supergiant game)

Celeste: Scattered and Lost (I am such a normie for this choice but face it this track absolutely slaps.)

Chicory: A Colorful Tale: Song of the Wielders (I love how this song has actual lyrics but I still prefer to sing along with the Simlish version that Pizza and Chicory sing.)

The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood: Illusion (First of all I love how every character in this game has their own theme I go feral for that kind of thing. Kurielle is probably one of the characters who stood out to me the least but by god is her theme gorgeous. I love the vocals and how a later track includes a sneaky reprise.)

Cuphead: Dramatic Fanatic (Tap dancing :D)

There are literally thirty of these so I'm doing a read more

Death's Door: The Grey Crow (A heartbreaking boss fight scored with the appropriate amount of anguish)

Deltarune: Cyber Battle (This melody is so underrated and ya know what, so are the characters associated with it. Sweet Cap'n Cakes forever.)

Elsinore: Donne, The Boat Boy (I love this song because it's associated with Lady Guildenstern, aka the best character in gaming full stop, but it's also just a fun little sea shanty that I think they made up for this game so I love that. Also has a lyrical version.)

Evergate: Police (Okay so the level with the police drones is one of the more frustrating ones in the game but the music is hauntingly beautiful so I give it a pass)

Going Under: trust fall (Marv is easily one of the most hateable video game antagonists of all time but damn if his boss theme doesn't slap)

Hades: Last Words (The rolling and the tolling of the bells bells bells bells bells)

Harmony: The Fall of Reverie: Reverie Ascendant (Lena Raine does these medley tracks so good man)

Hollow Knight: Dung Defender (By far the catchiest song about poop on my entire phone)

Ikenfell: Rose Thorns (So the insanely long final boss fight against Oxley overshadowed Aeldra's boss fight in my memory for a long time, but when I watched another playthrough and bought the OST I realized "Oh her theme bops SO much harder than his ever could")

Inscryption: A Final Duel (A hardcore remix of The Scrybe of Magicks, aka one of the only melodic tracks on the album and therefore the one every YouTube video about Inscryption uses in the background. I prefer the epic version just a bit more because honestly that Magnificus setpiece is the best moment in the game)

Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass: Fun, Sunny Day (A fun and silly track as the title suggests, elevated even more by the context in which it plays in the game. The area music alternates between this and the more somber Rainy Sunday to illustrate that Jimmy mother is bipolar [very cute and silly game])

Omori: Bready Steady Go (Like the absolute dipshit I am I actually completely missed the optional Orange Oasis when I played this game myself. Every Let's Player finds it somehow, though, and when they fight the Unbread Twins I invariably stand up and dance along to the boss music.)

One Step from Eden: Perpetual Motion (It's just a good-ass track y'all)

Ori and the Blind Forest: Conundrum (In a soundtrack of sweeping orchestral pieces, this more subdued version of theme that only plays during one small puzzle section might seem a weird choice. But I've always really liked it)

Ori and the Will of the Wisps: Kwolok's Malaise (Kwolok's leitmotif is perfect for a giant frog and the boss remix takes it to it's logical conclusion)

Paradise Killer: Go! Go! Style (This track makes me feel like I'm having a sugar rush. The whole OST does actually but this one especially)

Pyre: Path to Glory (It's just got a really unique vibe to it. I like it)

Scarlet Hollow: Avery (Chill and really beautiful. Avery themself is kind of a sleeper character at this point but I can't wait for Brandon to remix their theme when they get assimilated into a giant plant monster)

Slay the Princess: The Princess (Okay full disclosure I've only played this game once so I don't have the full context for a lot of the tracks on this OST. Maybe hearing them alongside their respective princesses will make me like them more, but for now the title theme is too iconic to beat.)

Sounds of Sympathy (the OST for the game anthology Essays on Empathy): Zen and the Art of Transhumanism (In the Essays on Empathy documentary, fingerspit talked about how she prefers writing obscenely long tracks so the loop doesn't get annoying. Unfortunately for her my favorite track on this album is only three minutes long. It's a lovely little bop.)

Spiritfarer: Mind Palace (I played Spiritfarer before any of the character updates were released, so I didn't get Daria's mind palace sequences in my game. And I mean, they look very platforming-heavy so I'm okay with that, but god this is a gorgeous piece.)

Transistor: Impossible (I think this is Royce Bracket's boss theme? I don't know when any of the tracks on this OST specifically play in game. Regardless of all that this one gets me pumped.)

Unavowed: One Man's Power (I couldn't find a video of this one, but it's gentle saxophone solo that plays when Logan Brown is introduced. I think it fits is character really well and just sounds really nice)

Undertale: Death by Glamour (Best song for best character, enough said)

Wandersong: Moonscape (God knows this game gave me a lot of great options to pick from, but I settled on this one because it's so uplifting.)

[sivavakkiyar]

u ever read fanon wretched of the earth? ive been puzzling over some of what he writes in his chapter on national culture, especially when he brings up jazz. what do you make of it ?

so this is in 1961. This might sound wild, but to contextualize it, Kind of Blue came out two years before this. Whether Fanon heard it or not, I have no proof, I’m just mentioning that this discourse still lives amongst us, and cannot even account for *that* album. I’d note here that there’s actually a recurrence of Fanon’s difficulty with dealing with Black Americans specifically and also the Black diaspora: ‘since the real nature of colonialism was not involved’ is Fanon’s consistent take, and it’s kind of a baffling one (Gramsci does this too, many people do). But it’s essentially consistent with the ending of BSWM.

Actually, a story, a famous one, Fanon would not have known it, but I think he would have appreciated it. When Miles was at Julliard, he was the only Black student in his class. His teacher, who he describes as a wonderfully sweet white woman, said something like ‘the essential quality of Black music comes from the suffering, the pain, of the Black experience. Miles, wouldn’t you say so?’ And Miles said ‘ma’am, my dad owns two farms.’ You could see that as a class boast, but in the context of Julliard at the time it wouldn’t have been much of one: it’s actually a sheer statement of fact about possibility and reduction to identity. Miles, you know, significantly shaped bop