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#anyway. sorry. I love these fools
blackllghtburns · 5 months
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Brandon likes festivals.
The UK? Not so much. It’s not that playing Reading and Leeds isn’t an honor. It should be. For a little band from Arizona, playing a festival overseas should feel good, like an accomplishment. And it does. But–
Well, Brandon’s bored. Very bored, and the weather isn’t helping. He’s used to the sunshine that even the worst places in the US can offer. Over here, Brandon’s pretty sure he hasn’t seen the sun at all. Endless clouds, endless fog, endless…
Gloom.
It had taken a major toll on his mood, even if the day itself had been good so far. They’d played their set to an energetic crowd. The fans that had shown up specifically for Blind Faith had come, taking their place at the very front of the crowd. The crowd had been infectiously ecstatic, singing along and moving to each new song. Even the ones who clearly had no idea who they were had seemed to enjoy themselves. And after, the band and some friends had gone back to the bus for their usual post-show party. It was good. It was fun. 
… So why does Brandon feel like this?
He’s restless, antsy. As much as he likes staying in and partying, it doesn’t feel like the move tonight. So Brandon slips out. The rest of the guys don’t seem to notice. Evan’s busy talking to some blonde chick he’d brought back with him. The guys from Significant Other – Kyle, Trent, and the others – are too preoccupied with the bottle of Patrón Brandon had dragged out. So, he’s able to slip out without much of a fuss.
It’s getting late. The sun hasn’t quite set, but it’s sinking lower and lower into the sky. The festival’s still raging on. Maybe this is what he needs. To get out, get out of his own head, and listen to some new music. Then maybe Brandon won’t feel so weird. At the very least, it’ll be an hour or so where he’s distracted. The rest… he can sort that out later.
It takes a bit of walking, but eventually Brandon reaches the nearest stage. Or the crowd for the nearest stage, anyway. The next band is just coming on. Brandon doesn’t recognize them or their logo, a heart wrapped in thorns. He also doesn’t recognize the first song as they start playing, soliciting an uproar of cheers from the crowd. 
The band doesn’t have much in common with Blind Faith. Where Blind Faith is all loud guitars, obnoxious drums and Brandon’s wailing vocals, what this band does is more... refined. The singer, Brandon pinpoints pretty quickly, isn’t American, though he can’t place the accent. What Brandon also pinpoints fairly quickly is that this is a man of craft. Everything he does has purpose. Every note, every lyric... it has meaning. He’s a storyteller who’s mastered his craft, one that believes every word that leaves his own mouth. 
What the bands do have in common is women.
When Brandon is on stage, he’s a beacon of energy. He'd once been called a ping-pong ball, and admittedly, it’s true. Brandon never stops moving. And with each song that passes, and the wilder Brandon gets, the more women scream. By the end of the night, when he lays on his back and belts out the final notes of their closing song, he’ll be covered in whatever bras and panties find their way on stage.
As he watches this singer, Brandon sees him doing the same thing. He's locked eyes with a woman in the front row, singing to her as they finish another song -- some number about eternal love. The woman’s openly weeping, reaching her hand out towards him. It’s… captivating. Personable. And the crowd’s going insane. What it lacks in size, it makes up for in passion. Brandon guesses this man could lure any woman here back to his bed if he wanted to. He looks the part. The sleeveless shirt he’s wearing perfectly shows off his tattoos, and with his long hair…
Brandon turns to the woman next to him in the crowd.
“What band is this?” He asks.
The woman (clearly a fan, judging by the wrist tattoo) replies quickly.
“Rakkaus,” she says. “From Finland.”
Rakkaus.
Brandon has to meet them.
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coulsart · 7 months
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@venomous-qwille The opulence! The excess!
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jiung-s · 2 months
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P1harmony 1st win🏆- Killin' It Encore (240216)
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dreamsy990 · 1 month
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some of the less nice thoughts about being aroace
extras below the cut
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sketch
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closeups on my favorite panels
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bonus: adios
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aeb-art · 21 days
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even in a story with reader insert, i'm still putting myself in there separately ahahaha so here's another lil thing with some of @venomous-qwille's characters
and then the moment they leave the room:
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arom-antix · 5 months
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So.
That new Gearous Yuuri birthday art, huh?
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coldlikethestars · 4 months
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one thing about the withywoods years that drives me a little crazy is the fact that fitz is living that life as if he is a 80 year old retired man living his last years wanting nothing more than to spend time with his dear wife, completely ignoring the fact that he is a middle aged man who is not aging. not only he is still relatively young and could have been doing more with his life but he also pretends the not aging situation is simply Not Happening and he continues living in this little fantasy in which he will grow old and die by molly's side. and it was painfully obvious that he was going to outlive molly and continue his life without her but he simply never thinks about that. he never prepares himself for that loss and for a life beyond her even though, as painful as it is, that would have been the healthiest thing to do in that situation.
and all of this only adds to the fact that he was indeed living fully immersed in this fantasy and illusion of Absolute Normalcy that he created in his mind and he would not let anything else about himself and his life that was Not Normal to even touch that fantasy. but then he loses molly, the illusion crumbles, and the boredom and unfulfilling nature of that life becomes obvious. and, to me personally, it gets clear throughout the trilogy that that illusion he creates, his protectiveness of his life with molly and his inability of letting reality touch it, him cutting all these parts of himself and his life away, it's not only because he wants a life of normalcy and peace but because, above all else, he wants a life of being loved by molly. and he can't really see anything beyond that, the thought of not having that is unbearable, so he will continue to lie to himself, he will keep living an uneventful and unfulfilling life, he will pretend he's not really aging, he will lock all those parts of himself away in his little study, because that's what he thinks he has to do in order to have that life and feel loved by her.
and fitz thinks no one else loves him like that, and after he loses her, he thinks that no one else ever will. and to me the soul crushing tragedy of all this is that this comes almost directly from beloved's abandonment of him which not only reinforced his already existing abandonment issues, but also it meant being left behind and feeling used and unloved by the person he loved and wanted to be with the most.
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theswedishpajas · 5 days
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A lil thing inspired by an outfit in this art by @alibonbonn and an unfinished bonus inspired by another in this art by @oneslimybastard
I just want him to enjoy the sun still 🧡🥺🦇🥺🧡 (and get an excuse to draw us in our matching AND clashing outfits 😤)
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zhongrin · 30 days
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*taps mic* yes hi hello is this working. ahem ahem. testing one two three.
ah yes. we're back to normal now lol
..... were yall surprised ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )
long story short, i just wanted to do something for april fools… last year albedo made an appearance, so i thought of doing the same this year... but i felt like it would be repetitive. so given the recent developments and future events, this idea came up lol
in any case, it's the truth that i've been warming up to neuvillette.... i've been writing more for him, and if you saw my 2023 wrapped post you probably saw him as a 'runner-up'... and i really do mean it when i say he's been kinda occupying the back of my brain since last year hskdljfklsd at the end of his story quest... his tone when talking to kiara.... sobsob ueueue
however, i'm honestly still unsure if i can/want to have an actual selfship with him (ó﹏ò。) i can't figure out how it'll work out yet... it just feels like with neuvillette's canon personality, he wouldn't even think of glancing my way in the first place, given the circumstances…. and zhongli... what do i do about him.... ough....
maybe he'll be a separate ship (e.g. zhongwrinth is one au, wrinlette in one au) on his own… maybe rinvillette will be a 'pining but not actually dating' kind of selfship.... idk..... on that note, i really should be making a selfship post huh lol
also, he's rerunning in less than 24 hours (like. 19 hours-ish for me) and i hoped this would be a sufficient offering for the hydro dragon to come home early… i'll play him twinkle twinkle little star on my guzheng while pulling or something, since it should arrive tomorrow afternoon lmao… i hope he likes the instrument that 'sounds like flowing water' hdlshdls
in any case, thank you for interacting in the short little event! it was more of a spontaneous decision on my part, but i hope you all had fun and i didn't butcher neuvillette's character too much, he's so hard to muse orz <3
lil doodle bonus of what could have been:
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spacedlexi · 1 year
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so theres these 2 zombie apocalypse daughters and im a disappointed parent who plays favorites
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volcanolotus · 7 months
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The thing is I don't think people care about puyo puyo for the characters unless they're artists or love fanart. Everyone else is just kinda playing the game. Which is fine I guess but I wish people liked these silly little bitches. It's not like they exist for no reason. That's like the reason I play ppt over any normal Tetris game. I don't get to play as Maguro Sasaki in your grandma's Tetris. To me if you dgaf about the characters why are you here lol
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vonlipvig · 30 days
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honestly, the more i keep thinking about it, the more i actually think that sandra voyter was being kind of a bitch, y'know? like, her husband was shouldering all the blame and responsibility for something that was purely an accident, plus taking care of their son's education while she's out stealing his own ideas for her books, the least she could do was speak french with him cause oh my god i can't even finish this post, happy april fools', guys.
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tsuunara · 11 days
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fyodor and dazai likers = BUTT SNIFFERS
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sleepanonymous · 27 days
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The last rb I literally read your tags as "rattling the bars of his ribcage" and I was like oh, that's nice. And then realized I'm an absolute moron. Haha. 🙃
No, you're absolutely 100% correct, I should have used "rattling the bars of his ribcage."
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mushroom-for-art · 4 months
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@distortionmewtwo Lucifer@Vector:
The big horned mew hovered in the air, gazing down at Vector with undisguised judgement. "Just what are you supposed ta be? Mew? Mewtwo? Some Meowth's hairball? You look like what you'd get if someone threw an algae-choked fishtank and moldy bread into a blender! Hah!" He did a lazy little roll in the air, sneering down at Vector. An eager, evil dare in his eyes for them to retaliate.
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The strange creature hunched over watching the horned other with expression and body language that clearly read as pure terror and uncertainty her eyes glued to the floating individual as he loomed over her sneering and mocking.
However when he didn't strike nor more too quickly her ear like horns straightened slowly no longer back in fright turning if anything to inquisitiveness as she shifted her body slowly though still watching him to crouch using one hand to stabilise herself as her head slowly tilted to one side.
She blinked slowly in a manner that indicated she may not have even understood what he had been saying, or was choosing to not acknowledge it her tail moving and swaying lifting to rest on the top of her head two of the spikes sticking up while the third morphed back into the jelly like substance of her tail as she curiously mimicked his horns, at least the best she could.
Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery or so they say, though it could've been read otherwise. Foolishly perhaps, she seemed a bit fascinated by him now as her tail fell back down to resting on the floor, she lifted her body just enough from her crouch to curiously tap at one of his hooves as though seeing if it was real and not just a unique shaped paw, idly grabbing one of the points between her digits making little curious chirps and cooes in her throat.
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cicide76536 · 1 year
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Did you hear that Lord Golden likes men? In bed?!
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