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dougielombax · 3 months
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Thinking about Symphony No. 2 by Jean Sibelius again.
That finale goes so fucking hard!
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emilia-chopin · 8 days
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Rachmaninoff: Symphony No. 2 in E Minor, Op. 27 - III. Adagio
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So beautiful... Thank you for this masterpiece, maestro @s-v-rachmaninoff
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lunarbuck · 2 years
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elfynshucks · 9 months
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brahms symphony no. 2?
practiced, annotated, ready for exam
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU#I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track)#The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more.#I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by#and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles!#Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise!#I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space.#It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is#You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together:#I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper.#I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything.#You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there.#Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite.#day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less:#'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all)#This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly.#(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)
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miserycanary · 1 month
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TAKE IT OR LEAVE HIM ᡣ𐭩 ⤷ next
pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & reader
synopsis: Ghost forgets your birthday
tag: slight slight angst
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Hectic doesn’t begin to describe Ghost’s schedule, yet you accepted him with open arms. He needs to cut your dinner short because he’s needed back at the base? You nod with a smile full of understanding. He forgets a few chores and groceries because he’s piled up with tasks? You kiss his forehead and tell him it’s fine, and you just work around it and rush during your office breaks to do those tasks on your own. You’re exhausted from being held back at the office because the client changed their mind during the finalization, but you come home to a pile of dirty dishes and no dinner? You say you understand, washing up and going to bed while feeling your stomach grumble and waking up to wash the previous night’s dishes just to lessen Ghost’s worries.
You had no problem bending backwards just to accommodate him. You entered the relationship knowing about his schedule, so… were you really in any position to complain? 
A few insignificant tasks and miniscule adjustments to your schedule were nothing; never once uttered a complaint because you understood. Why? Because Ghost always finds a way to make it up to you. Sending bouquets when you close a big deal, treating you to a fancy restaurant during your birthday (though he’s mostly never there to celebrate until the end), and gifting you branded things during your anniversaries… so, it was all okay….. ?
Yes, it’s fine if he never shows up for your dinner date because of work. 
Yes, it’s fine that you spend most nights alone. 
Yes, you can clean the house, shop for groceries, do the laundry, and cook for the both of you. 
It was all okay. You were okay with it. You accepted it. You understood. You can do it. You’re fine. It’s all worth it. It’s not worth any trouble. It’s fine—
You snap back and all thoughts stop rushing into your head. Your phone blares an alarm with the words, ‘DATE NIGHT’, flashing on the screen. Right, it’s your birthday and Ghost promised he’d finally make it this time. So, you wore the prettiest dress, applied the most gorgeous (and time-consuming) makeup, and put on the cutest heels (your feet are getting blisters) because you wanted to spend this night with the man you love most on your Earth… who wasn’t by your side right now, but it’s fine. 
The waiter approaches the table, asking you for what seems to be the 6th time that night if your company is coming because they’re about to close. Giving up, you offer an apologetic smile and gather your things. The walk out the restaurant was embarrassing to say the least. Harsh winter air greets your face, your legs and arms trembling as you try to seek warmth from the take-out bag. You didn’t bring a jacket because, well, you thought Ghost would be there with you, but it’s fine.
The apartment door clicks open and a dark hallway awaits you. ‘Ah, he’s not here yet,’ you think to yourself, a pang of disappointment piercing your heart that raised its hope for one night. With a wince and a pained gasp, your heels come undone. Muted footsteps along the wooden floorboards as you strip out your clothes and wash up. You resign the night with your lover nowhere to be found— once again, but it’s fine. 
Morning dawn cracks through your curtains with a familiar arm around your waist and familiar dip on the mattress. You blink your sleepiness away, taking in every detail of your Simon’s face in the morning. Like he has a third sense, he wakes and stares back at you. First smiles of the day are shared between you two but you expected more. Nothing too grand. Maybe an apology and a greeting? Yet the day goes by with receiving neither, but it’s fine. Maybe the next day’s the charm? 
Nothing.
Irritation towards your lover is a rare occurrence with your endless patience and never-ending understanding of his situation. You still held hopes that maybe he’d finally realize his slip-up, but what did you come home to? Dirty dishes. A pile of them. 
“Ah, sweetheart. You’re home,” he kisses your cheek and presses your waist close to him like usual. The scent of whiskey and cigar lingers on his clothes— a scent you usually adore but now only fuels your anger. “Si, what’s this?” you ask, trying to keep your frustration at bay as you point to the sink. “What? Oh, noticed ‘ya didn’t make dinner so I ate what’s ever left,” he answers cooly like there’s nothing wrong.
“... do you mean you ate my lunch for tomorrow?” 
“That yours? Sorry, baby. ‘Ya can jus’ make another one, and one for me.”
You pull away, slapping his face with tears rushing down your face. Ghost looks at you with shock and confusion which angers you further. How can he not realize why you’re mad?
“Woah, woah. What’s wrong, doll?”
“DON’T CALL ME THAT. Oh, my fucking God, Simon. You’re really asking me that?” you run your fingers through your hair, screaming at his face and throwing your purse at him. “What’s wrong?? You tell me! I slave away at this goddamn house. I go to bed with my bones feeling like weights because I keep cleaning after your mess, but it’s fine! Because you were busy, I understood.”
Tension builds in the air as everything you’ve held back poured out of you. “I never complained because I told you I was fine with your schedule when we first started dating. I fucking bend my body backwards and did everything for you LIKE A MAID. And you have the audacity to ask me what’s wrong? You don’t even ask me how my day went. Asking me to cook for you like I’m just a housekeeper? YOU DON’T EVEN DO ANYTHING FOR ME.” You stomp over to his face, glaring with hatred as you spat out your next words. “Just a fucking reminder that I am your girlfriend. I am not here to clean up after you.”
“Did I ask you to?” he snaps back, returning the same vile stare. “You’re whining about working around the house like I asked you to. Let’s be clear that I never forced you to do these shits around the house.”
“You didn’t have to! You just kept piling up dishes and clothes, leaving a messy trail behind you because you know you expect me to do it for you!”
“And did those come for free? I buy you everything you want on anniversaries and birthdays. You act as if you come for cheap,” he scoffs.
"WELL, GUESS WHAT? YOU FUCKING FORGOT IT THIS YEAR,” you finally confess through sobs. Realization dawns upon your lover, evident on the way his face drops. He tries to approach you but you step back.
“I waited for you like a fool because you promised. I-.. I.. had to tell the waiter 5 times that you were coming because they were on the verge of throwing me out. Did you know how embarrassing it was for me? I… I know I shouldn’t have kept my hopes up but I wanted to believe in you, but.. I’m tired.”
Silence blankets you both as every emotion rushes through your heart. Your throat felt raw and your head was getting heavy from all the crying.
“I’m done, Ghost. I’m tired," you whisper. Those words were simple but Ghost knew what lies underneath. You weren't tired of what you did for him. You were tired of him.
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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱: woah, angst again? Anyone surprised? This request has been sitting on my inbox for a while but I have enough free time to answer them, so here we are. I will make a König version if this gets attention. 📩
dividers by @cafekitsune
Please reblog!! Ask is open!
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jakei95 · 4 months
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Donkey Kong Country 2 - Stickerbush Symphony
Fusion Jazz Remix by @nyxtheshield
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luigi-mcdingle · 4 months
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literally my favorite boss archetype
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princess-ibri · 8 days
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More Wish 2 Paneling practice! This time featuring Princess Maroula , Magnifico and Amaya’s long lost daughter who Amaya has sent Asha to find-you can read more about her here
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I’m really proud of how the paneling and colors turned out on these! First page features some stills from Disney shorts ‘Lullaby Land’, ‘Wynken Blynken and Nod’, and ‘Destino’.
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jimmawww · 9 months
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Fave Save Points
Resident Evil
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Daymare: 1994 Sandcastle
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Ico
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Shadow of the Colossus
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Silent Hill 3
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Signalis
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No More Heroes
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Metroid Prime
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Ape Escape
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Nier: Automata
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Dark Souls
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Metal Gear Solid
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Tunic
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Kingdom Hearts 2
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Cave Story
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Tales of Symphonia
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Castlevania: Symphony of the Night
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Little Witch Nobeta
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Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones
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GTA: San Andreas
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Undertale
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OneShot
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Hollow Knight
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Need For Speed: Rivals
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Onirism
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F.I.S.T.
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Dust
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Earthbound (worst)
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symphonybracket · 4 months
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dougielombax · 1 year
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Symphony No. 2 by Sibelius goes fucking hard!
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dizzyhslightlyvoided · 5 months
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Richter: Die, monster! You don't belong in this world!
Dracula: It is not by my hand that I am once again given flesh. I was brought here by humans who wanted to give me tribute!
Richter: Tribute!? You steal mens' souls, and make them your slaves!
Dracula: I suppose the same could be said of all religions ...
Richter: Your words are as empty as your soul! Mankind ill needs a savior such as you!
Dracula: WHAT IS A MAN? (tosses wineglass; it shatters with an incredibly low-tech SFX) Nothing but a miserable little pile of secrets! But enough talk. Have at you!
(boss intro scene)
subtitle appearing one letter at a time: DRACULA
Dracula: There's no time to play games! You won't even get the chance!
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lokiusly · 6 months
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Does anyone know if this portion of Lokius has been played in the Loki series?
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⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️
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desceros · 5 months
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After Leo finishes with the debrief and dismisses the group, Mikey is waiting for him just outside the doorway. He's wearing that solemn expression that tells Leo what's wrong before he even opens his mouth.
“Glad you're back safe, Lee.”
Leo pats him on the shoulder, ignoring the bone deep exhaustion that he feels. “Thanks, little brother.”
A few seconds of silence pass between them before Mikey sighs and speaks again.
“I've been trying to pull him out of it, but...” He doesn't elaborate. They both know how Donnie gets when this happens.
Leo closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again.
“How long?”
Mikey looks away, staring at the floor. His response is quiet, almost drowned out by the sounds of distant explosions far, far above them.
“Three days. Hasn't been eating, but I got him to drink something yesterday.”
Leo nods. Swallows.
“I'll take care of it.”
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The makeshift lab is darker than usual, the familiar notes of that song growing louder in Leo's tympanum as he walks further in. The melody makes his throat tighten, makes his chest ache, and the sight of Donnie doesn't help.
He's sitting at his worktable, random bits of metal scattered about, but he isn't working. He's staring at nothing, hunched forward with his forearms resting on the surface of the table. One hand rubs the lavender mask tied around the other wrist between his fingers. His face is blank, his eyes unfocused, and Leo can see the dark bags under his eyes even through his mask and visor.
The ending notes of the song fade out. There's heavy silence for a moment before it starts again, and Leo forces himself to breathe through the grief that squeezes his lungs like a vice.
Focus on Donnie.
It's been a while since he was this bad, Leo thinks. Donnie doesn't react to the chair he's in being turned. His hands just fall into his lap, still rubbing the lavender fabric between his fingers. He doesn't react to Leo removing his visor, either, or to Leo softly calling his name. It isn't until Leo places his hands over Donnie's own that there's a reaction. Don's breaths stutter, eyes blinking and searching until they finally focus on Leo's face. There's the barest hint of recognition, and Leo tries to smile.
“Leo?” Donnie's voice is a quiet rasp, his tone uncertain in a way that physically hurts to hear. Leo presses on.
“Hey Tello,” he murmurs. “I need you to come eat something, okay?”
Donnie just stares at him. His eyes start to drift, and Leo grips his hands tighter in an attempt to keep him focused. It works, thankfully, Donnie's eyes finding Leo's once again.
“She's gone,” he whispers, looking down at the tiny mask looped around his wrist. “They're… they're both…”
Leo feels his eyes start to burn and pushes down the grief still swelling in his chest. He can't afford to give in to it right now. Not with Donnie like this.
“I know, Tello.” He stands, pulling Donnie's hands until he's standing, as well. The song ends before starting up once more. “Come on, bro. Let's get you something to eat, yeah?”
Donnie doesn't respond, but he lets Leo lead him toward the mess hall and away from the melody that haunts them both.
Leo will make sure to turn it off before he lets Donnie return to the lab.
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