#THE SOUNDTRACK FUCKS
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Warning: err violent? Thoughts?
I want to rip tear bite i want to chomp into baldurs gate and taste its essence i want to remove my organs and replace them with those of the characters i want to Be in the game i am goung to Yell if i cannot be there i want my brain to calm the fuck down i am worried but i am also holyy fuckckkk the music is so good the characters are so good and i need to help them all and i need to be them all and kill them all and die and live and be and fucking fuck i dont words all i have rn is Violence and Hitting and Flapping and ow.
#tw: violent thoughts#look guys#i just needed to get this out#lmao#bc i will not sleep#i mean this hasnt helped much bc i am Buzzing yall#but yano#a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do#(scream and shout and express violent desires… over a video game)#honestly struggling not to grit my teeth bc i fear they’ll crack#i feel like gale if the netherese orb was an active moving animal in him like#an evil rat king flailing about in his chest cavity encircled by flame and scrabbling to escape#yanno#taht totally makes sense#someone help im actually a bit concerned#suffice it to say#i will not rest in peace tonight /ref#the soundtrack fucks#how unhealthy is this scale of 1-10#i am in tears#i feel like an anime character having an ofdly animated breakdown#im gonna throw up#i might scream but yk not allowed to do that rn#send help#man i rlly should take my meds ahha#traggy’s shit
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lesbian bed death - goth girls are easy
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#fucking emergency. the girl at the bar is butch bait and she knows it and will use it to her advantage#i spend several hours shading this and then i realised it looks better flat#anyways this isnt the end of them in bars and clubs. i still have a very vivid image in my mind of karlach fucking shad in the bathroom#and i want to draw them as a band as well :))#and shadowheart and nocturne modern au. goddd#i could not come up with a better caption. but this song was my soundtrack to drawing this so!#bg3#bg3 fanart#bg3 art#shadowheart#karlach#karlach cliffgate#lae'zel#baldurs gate 3#fanart#art#shadowlach#shadowzel#bg3 modern au
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From the firmament above, a blood-red eye looks down upon us.
#entered a fugue state at 3am and when i woke up after sleeping 12hrs later i found this on my computer#probably didnt help i was listening to every devil-related soundtrack kensuke ushio has made lmao#vash the stampede#trigun#trimax#listen listen listen. i love me a good ol goofy pathetic loser#but lord. do i also love it so so much when that same loser turns Absolutely Fucking Terrifying#you really fucked around and now you're gonna find out#manga#illustration#artists on tumblr#drawing#my art#comic#fanart#fuck me up el diablo
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hands on the wall foaming at the mouth screaming and crying about how Surf's Up (2007) is the greatest movie ever . to think, i loved it as a kid, BUT WATCHING IT AT 19 YEARS OF AGE???? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THE MOVIE IS SO GOOD i know JOY
#literally how the fuck did they animate the ocean like THAT. IN THE YEAR 2007 ?!?!?#the fucking camera work ? in an animated movie? jesus fucking christ that was SO IMPRESSIVE#the soundtrack. the environment. THE DIALOGUE IS SO GOOD#it deserved to be a even longer movie it deserved. sooo much good stuff#like in terms of like. comedies? or non-serious plots? surfs up is TOP TIER.#like its so good#surfs up#animated movies#mika-posts
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young just us: the game 👾
based off of the scott pilgrim video game, i wanted to play around with the idea of what the yj98 team would look like in the same style.. mostly i just wanted to draw everybody as silly little pixel sprites
(character sprite pngs + mount justice landscape under cut)
#for some reason the scott pilgrim soundtrack gives me young justice vibes and now the two are linked in my head#there will be more coming... part 2 may or may not include bonus characters 👀#let it be known that i did not know shit about pixel art before this and that landscape was fucking ROUGH#young justice#yj98#young just us#tim drake#cassie sandsmark#kon el#conner kent#kon el kent#bart allen#cissie king jones#greta hayes#anita fite#slobo#wonder girl#robin#superboy#impulse#dc#dc comics#scott pilgrim#young justice comics#young justice fanart#fanart#dc fanart#art#my art#pixel art
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i binged lockwood and co and then i read the entire series immediately after i am OBSESSED i love this trio, i love the crew, locklyle is my everything
#lockwood and co#lockwood netflix#anthony lockwood#lucy carlyle#george cubb#george karim#lockwood#locklyle#locklyle brainrot is real#how are they everything i ever needed in a ship#how is it that lockwood george and lucy are quite possibly my favorite trio ever#dont get me started in the SKULL I LOVE HIM#how the fuck could netflix cancel this show I'm so pissed#LOCKWOOD AND CO SOUNDTRACK ON REPEAT#lockwood and co netflix#save lockwood and co#art
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DID YOU FORGET THAT HELLISFOREVER!!!!
Bonus:
#IF HELL IS FOREVER THEN HEAVEN MUST BE A LIE MOTHER FUCKER#fuck man shit this show is so good fuck#Hazbin Hotel#vannahrt#I cant stop listening to the soundtrack#good job team u did it#hazbin art#charlie morningstar#vaggie#vaggie hazbin hotel#charlie x vaggie#do they have a ship name?#emily seraphim#welcome to heaven
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It’s so cute seeing other fandoms complain about their really good anime adaptations meanwhile s1 and 2 of Kuro are just… bad. Just an absolute dumpster fire. Like I’m seeing people complaining because some of the Hellsing characters were drawn slightly differently in Ultimate, I’m seeing BSD fans talk about how they ever so slightly tweaked this one panel from the manga.
Babygirl, they added a whole two and a half seasons of non-canon wacko nonsense. They added a naked dog-man. They spoiled a major plot twist of the manga. They took a hacksaw to like three whole characters personalities. They added the Alice in Wonderland OVA.
#black butler#kuroshitsuji#LOOK at what they did to sebastian grell and lizzie#LOOK#the hellsing OVA fucks#bsd is one ld the best anime ive ever seen#you know nothing of the depths anime adaptations can descend to#death note fans are chill though#theyre like oh yeah they kind of changed lights character#and they did compress the last half of the series like a jpeg#but the soundtrack slaps and they made it 50% gayer#so a net positive
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#the crow#90s films#horror#the cure#stone temple pilots#nine inch nails#rage against the machine#violent femmes#pantera#sick fucking soundtrack#physical media#3k
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I fucking love the wheel of time show everyone should watch it. Couldn’t understand why so many people were giving it negative reviews and then I came to the realization that it was made specifically for the weird gays on tumblr that actually appreciate interesting storytelling. it was made for the people who love awful women, unconventional relationships, negative character development, toxicity, polyamory, qprs, unhealthy devotion, etc etc
#wheel of time#wot#wot show spoilers#like do you get it. are you seeing the vision#everything they’ve done is just so fucking INTERESTING narratively I want to sink my teeth into it#plus#the diversity.. the banger soundtrack..#the women who get to have complex motivations and agency and#make bad decisions and fuck up and be awful and have fucked up relationships with each other..#the gay people. the list goes on#and overall it’s just a fun fantasy show. everyone watch it right now
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Beautiful Dreamer - P x Reader
Notes: This is a bit of a shorter fic from me and it's pure unadulterated fluff and sap and nobody gets stabbed! Which is really stretching myself as a writer, to be honest. You guys know I love nothing more than a good life-threatening injury. Anyways, no warnings for this one! Enjoy the cozy vibes <3
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It seemed somewhat magical in the beginning.
Pino came running to you once, at the very break of dawn when you had just barely opened your eyes; too-bright sunlight stinging them as the puppet shook you from sleep. It was difficult for you to grasp what he meant, at first, to wrap your head around what he was trying to describe. His speechless manner of communication and your general grogginess certainly didn’t help matters. But through a series of signs and expressions from Pinocchio, you came to understand. In his slow but sure gaining of humanity the boy had begun to dream at night.
You were vaguely aware that he did not dream before, and didn’t exactly sleep in the way humans did (although he did something similar enough that you personally couldn’t tell the difference).
“Is it… pleasant?” You asked him, genuinely quite curious as to what a strange thing dreams must seem to someone who had never known them. It had the potential to be wondrous and peaceful, but at the same overwhelming and utterly confusing. P seemed to take your question into careful consideration, really mulling it over. His eyes shone bright as he finally nodded decisively.
For all his excitement over this newfound ability, Pinocchio was frankly dreadful in his attempts at describing his dreams to you. You tried earnestly to follow along, but his gestures and expressions would eventually become too complicated and frenetic for you to follow and so you found yourself utterly lost in his recollections. It was after one such frustrating night that you gifted him a pocket journal to write in. This was much preferred for both of you, and you came to enjoy the routine of him eagerly handing off his scribblings for you to interpret in the morning. You would sit elbow to elbow at the table, sipping morning tea and reading his writing aloud, while he listened and nodded along captivated, his chin resting over his hands on the table.
His writing was uncharacteristically scratchy, with words often misspelled or crossed out implying that he was simply transcribing for speed and not coherence. Now and then there would be an addition of a crude drawing, sometimes the vague outline of a rabbit or a rushed impression of beaming stars.
One day, when it was particularly gloomy, you and Pino wandered to the library. Silence between the two of you was not uncommon, nor was it in any way awkward or uncomfortable. With the heavy fall of rain against the roof on this day, you found the quiet between the shelves especially peaceful. By the orange glow of a lantern, you turned the pages of a dream-interpretation guide. It was a small and somewhat battered thing and had been picked up eagerly by Pinocchio of course, who sat on the floor with crossed legs, chin resting in the heels of his hands as he listened to you, enthralled. In hushed tones, you ran down bulleted lists of common dreams and all the cryptic mysteries they may contain.
“Here, how about this one, have you ever dreamed that your teeth were falling out?” You asked, pointing to a passage in the book. P slapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head vigorously, looking suddenly very concerned with keeping said teeth firmly in his mouth. You couldn’t help chucking as you turned the page.
The day wore on, and the oil in your lantern burned down to nothing, the dim light flickering across an eerie illustration. You’d been leafing through an art book of the romantic era painters and left off on a Fuseli painting of a tormented woman being peered upon unknowingly by some manner of devil. You found the page quite off putting honestly, and closed the book.
“I figure that’s enough of that. What do you say, Pino-oh.”
As you addressed your puppet companion in the dark, you came to see that he sat on the floor still, slumped against the foot of your chair. His cheek was sunk into his left shoulder, eyes shut, breathing soft and shallow. The serenity of the scene warmed your heart some, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Pino…” you whispered, and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to wake him. But he didn’t stir, seemingly in a deep sleep. You were sorry for the uncomfortable condition he seemed to be posed in, but you didn’t want to disturb the poor puppet. You gathered your things and left quietly, shuffling off to your quarters.
It was around midnight that the puppet woke with a panicked gasp. He was surprised to find his legion arm held up defensively, as if in anticipation of an invisible attack. His eyes searched his surroundings frantically, and only when he recognized the library did he hesitantly lower his arm. In the darkness he felt quite uneasy and disoriented. He tried to recall your soothing hushed voice. It had put him into quite a state it seemed before he eventually drifted off. It was in stark contrast to the current thrumming of his mechanical heart and the uncomfortable quickness of his breaths. He had dreamed something wholly unpleasant, and with some sadness realized this new facet of humanity came with drawbacks. He did not care much for these dreams at all.
Pinocchio made his way down the corridor to your quarters, his steps echoing eerily. He threw pointed glances over his shoulder frequently, half expecting some monstrous creature to appear suddenly in the halls of Hotel Krat. The simple casting of shadows had never before made him so on-edge. When he reached your room, he opened the door slowly and peered inside. You lay there in the dark beneath silk sheets, curled in on yourself and sleeping soundly. With great care not to startle you, he knelt by your bedside and nudged you in the back. Your head flinched momentarily, but you otherwise remained still. With some urgency he took your shoulder and shook until you stirred. Rubbing your eyes wearily, you rolled over to face him.
“Pino, it’s ah…it’s late isn’t it? Can’t it wait til morning..?” You grumbled. He shook his head almost apologetically and squeezed your shoulder. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were able to make out unfamiliar anxious creases in his expression. You willed yourself into a greater awareness and sat up promptly. “What is it, what’s wrong?” You asked, your tone softening significantly. P gestured in the direction of the library and rummaged around in his pocket for a moment. He retrieved the pocket journal you’d given him and pointed several times at the most recent entry. You squinted. On the left page he had simply blacked out the entire thing with a pen, and on the right page the phrase “strung up” was written several frantic times with increasing disregard for legibility.
When you looked up at him to clarify, he raised his hands limp above his head and dropped his chin to his chest. The image was admittedly shuddersome and he cast a long and spindly shadow across the wall.
“I see.” You said, closing the journal. “You had a nightmare, hm? All strung up like an ordinary puppet.” Your heart fell for the poor boy. It must’ve been terribly frightening for him.
Pinocchio nodded solemnly, not meeting your eyes. He stared off blankly and rubbed his wrists, as if easing a phantom feeling of restraints. You took note of this and hummed softly.
“Here, may I see?” You asked, and pulled his arm towards you. You made a show of inspecting it and tapping your chin thoughtfully. Holding his arm with one hand, you stuck up two fingers like a pair of scissors and pretended to snip the invisible puppet string. You repeated this mimic on his other arm and then took his hands in yours, placing a kiss on the back of each.
“All gone.”
Pinocchio looked at you with a kind of boyish wonder. He raised one fist to the crown of his head with a smile, making a pshhh sound and opening his hand, giving the impression of a miniature explosion.
“Think you’ll be alright for the rest of the night?”
At this he shifted a little. His fingers busied themselves, twisting in the bedsheets. He was obviously still shaken up somewhat. You could understand that, although it was a bit of a surprise to learn that someone so nearly indestructible could be afraid of the dark.
“Alright,” you sighed, lifting the sheets. “Get in here.”
P’s chin jutted forward and his brow furrowed at your offer. You just gestured to the space beside you with your head. “Go on, before I change my mind.” You teased. At this, Pinocchio clambered up into your bed and nuzzled his face into the pillow. As he got settled. You pulled the sheet over his shoulders and snaked your arm up around him from behind. Your nose pressed against the nape of his neck and you breathed in the smell of him, like fresh rain.
“Have no fear, my puppet.” You said sleepily against his skin. “Your trusty human won’t let anything steal you away from me in the night.” You heard him snicker at this, but you knew without a doubt he felt safer here with you and vice versa. It was sweet, really.
By the time the sun rose you were both still sound asleep, all tangled in each other’s limbs, looking like lovers in the warm morning light. The day could wait a little longer.
#originally this fic was called sing me to sleep bc I was listening to the suckerpunch soundtrack version of Asleep on loop#so if you want the full experience queue that song up while you read#lydia dropping art history refs like a fucking nerd#extremely soft pino#lies of p#lies of p fanfic#lop#lies of p x reader#pinocchio x reader#lies of p fanart#fluff#my writing
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this man has no fucking right to be THIS beautiful… jinshi my LOVE.
#jinshi my BELOVED… god he makes me so. insane#i say that a lot but he really makes me Clinically Unwell i just love him so so so so so so so much#him & maomao <3 my favs of all time <3 the only people EVER#i NEED to order all the apothecary diaries manga/light novels STAT#ALSO THE FUCKING SOUNDTRACK TO THE ANIME??? THE NEW EPISODE TODAY???#BEST ANIME SERIES EVER I’M NOT EVEN REMOTELY JOKING.#the song that was used when jinshi carried maomao out after she saved his life… i teared up & got LITERAL chills holy FUCK#let me order the books rn actually like ’m not playing around#the apothecary diaries#jinshi#personal
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its been a long week, pass the fuckshunch yaoi (for @kindlespark)
🧠 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🧠
#my art#doodles#fuckshunch#dimension 20#mentopolis#hunch curio#dan fucks#dont listen to the tpp soundtrack while drawing them itll hurt you
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YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED TO BUY THE CD I NEED TO HOLD IT IN MY HANDS I NEED IT
#noah Kahan#we’ll all be here forever#Taylor swift#midnights#the full edition when 🥲🥲#Lorde#solar power#i mean technically there’s vinyls of that one but fuck vinyls CD PLS LORDE#the amazing devil#ruin#the horror and the wild#love run#all of Maude Latour’s discography 🥲#gracie abrams#this is what it feels like#minor#DO YOU SEE HOW LONG THIS FUXKING LIST IS MY SUFFERING IS ETERNAL#the jatp soundtrack 😔👊#Julie and the phantoms#midnights 3am edition#meme#memes#blue makes memes#burntblueberrywaffles
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having coriolanus walk out on lucy gray's LOVE SONG ABOUT HIM just to spy on sejanus was a choice for sure. she did not go that hard on the prolonged "snow" for him to not listen to the whole thing.... the power of gay obsession is absolutely ridiculous.
#and then 2 people died right after because he did. insert slur of choice here.#the hunger games#snowjanus#tbosas#sorry was listening to the soundtrack and im just saying if someone wrote a song like that about me id go on stage and kiss them. fuck snow
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I love the decision to match Meng Yao's clothing exactly to the colour scheme of the Cloud Recesses buildings in ep4:
Like, look at that! Meng Yao quite literally blending into the background - as if perfectly camouflaged, image perfectly chosen to suit his current setting… or as if he belongs there, as if he fits in perfectly to this specific place.
And then there's Lan Xichen in his customary blue, accented with white, matching the shades of the tassels and hangings. He, too, looks perfectly placed in this setting, as if he is a natural extension or an integral part of it - as of course he is; this is after all his home - but rather than blending seamlessly with the background he is part of the tasteful ornamentation that draws the eye, beautiful and noticeable though without being ostentatious.
And so when you put them together they make for a visually perfect pair in this setting. As if they belong here together, complementing one another as they complete the picture; one aligned with the unobtrusive but crucial structure and one with the restrained but lovely ornamentation, in perfect balance.
To paraphrase the title of one of the songs from the soundtrack... if only life could have been like that first meeting.
#some of the atmospheric details given to these two in particular just fucking floor me#between this and some soundtrack choices in ep49... someone Understood The Assignment is all i'm saying#cql#the untamed#jin guangyao#lan xichen
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